Secrets revealed

Secrets revealed

If you have been around here for very long (as in since last Christmas), it should not come as a surprise that I love me some HeatMiser.  There is just something about that hot little fellow.

So, it looks like the Star may have gotten wind of a deep dark secret that I thought would never come back to haunt me.  I was sure I paid off the right people.  However, I suppose I should be the one to tell you, my dear readers.

Years ago, in a moment of heated passion, I gave into my longing for Heat Miser.  Oh, it was a short-lived little fling.  He was just too hot for me to handle.  (You know.  That whole “whatever he touches starts to melt in his clutch” thing got old fast. ) Though I tried so hard to keep it a secret, the truth has been revealed.

There was as love child.  Yes, my friends, I am the mother to Heat Miser’s bastard son.

See for yourself.

Heat Miser:

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Me

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Our Bastard Son:

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**(Sorry, sweetheart.  I know I should’ve told you before now and definitely not in a blog entry.  But better here than in the Star, right?)

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