My father called me at work and needed something from my house. It’s not an “emergency,” but due to some other things going on, he sort of needs it now. I know exactly where the paperwork is. The problem is, it’s in a folder in a dresser drawer with a rather impressive collection of my wife’s “toys.”
I lied and told him it’s in my safety deposit box. I now need a safety deposit box.
This is fantastic. Good thinking, but you should have just let him see the collection. He would be proud of his boy… or not depending on what kinda weird stuff you are into.
We had a new bed delivered several months back. The delivery guys lifted up the box spring and I was like a cat pouncing on a mouse to grab my wife’s things. They saw but what could I do. I told my wife that she should better stow her devices.