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A Nasty Realization - Elizabeth Unexplained
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A Nasty Realization
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.

I admit it, I'm a prude.

Current Mood: distressed distressed

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remcat From: remcat Date: August 24th, 2005 09:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah yes ... nothing is quite the mood dampener as parents in the next room. Any chance you'd go for a midnight beach rendezvous?
merastra From: merastra Date: August 24th, 2005 09:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's okay. Really. I mean, where did they make you? In their house. I say go for it. :-)
greyautumnrain From: greyautumnrain Date: August 25th, 2005 10:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Actually, technically the didn't. We moved into the house in question when Mom was preggers with Margaret. :) There's a big psychological difference between a nice house in the suburbs and a small shabby apartment in NYC. :)
merastra From: merastra Date: August 25th, 2005 07:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Heh. Ok, I was afraid the details would prove to be something like that. :-) Still...
dcltdw From: dcltdw Date: August 26th, 2005 08:19 am (UTC) (Link)
nah, clearly, time to investigate interesting parts of the city/neighborhood. you even have an excellent excuse when the cop talks to you.

not that i've ever had a cop ask me what was up. but hey, gotta live vicariously through my friends...
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