I just had the nasty realization that timing might be a serious issue this month. You see, this weekend is the Long Island Scottish Games, which means that I'm going to be in my childhood home with my parents from late Friday night through Sunday morning, otherwise known as cycle days 12 through 14, otherwise known as 'think of England' time. Eit!
I never even dated before I got to college. Much as my parents desperately want a grandchild, I'm not sure I can bring myself to engage in procreational activities in the same house as them, especially when its the house I grew up in. Ugh. I guess we can make do with just before and just after. Still, ugh.