always hide the evidence On Sunday I am expecting anywhere from 10-20 members of my immediate family over for Easter luncheon. So today as I was beginning to clean I found, er, something incriminating, on my bedroom windowsill.
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An ex of mine was over Wednesday and we got... somewhat nostalgic. And in the course of some damn fine nostalgia I didn't notice that my ex put a tube of lube, a used vanilla-flavoured condom and the wrapper for it on the windowsill behind the roman blinds. Thank heavens I found them before Sunday. Imagine if I'd taken people (i.e., my mother, one of my little nieces) up to my newly decorated room on Sunday and I or they had decided to raise the blinds.
I was also afraid of this sort of thing when I moved back in December and my mother helped. I did my best to keep her out of my room. I didn't know what would be worse — for her to find my stash of toys and contraceptives or to have her see that they were mostly out of date.
Anyway... must go bake my sour cream posy rolls for Sunday.