OK. When most people get stressed out, they stop eating or eat too much. They get headaches. They get stomachaches. They yell at people, have short tempers, get depressed, cry, sulk, whatever. But me? Me? I get a giant hickey. Yes, that’s right. When I’m stressed out there is one huge tell-tale splotch on my neck about the size of Texas. I think God gets a kick out of seeing me try to explain THAT to every other person I meet.
He has a funny sense of humor.