Before driving back up to SF after Thanksgiving, we took my old bed apart (wooden Oysterbed with drawers underneath the mattress frame), which we had moved down to Atascadero a long time ago for the guest bedroom. We wanted to do this, so that Em could have her own actual bed here in SF. Crazy idea, right?
All was going well, until my Dad called me into the guest bedroom. I assumed it was to help carry the plywood from the frame. More like I had left something in one of the drawers and needed to clean out before they could take the bottom part of the frame apart. And what was it that I had left behind and forgotten?
Condoms.
Yeah... about fifteen Trojans of various shapes and sizes. Em was just standing there totally silent. What could she have said anyway? I scooped them up, said "These aren't mine. Someone left them there a long time ago." to which my dad replied "Uh-huh. And when you come back in, help carry that long board with Em." Didn't even blink. Good denial skills Dad! I think this just about rivals the moment my Dad cajoled out of me the fact that I was on birth-control pills.
At least Dad had something else to concentrate on besides the fact that I'm not his five-year old princess anymore - namely the bed-taking-apart-process. Thank God for projects.
On a different note, I have awesome Christmas cards to send out. So, look out for those! :)