So I'm opening my stocking presents
in the living room
of my grandparents' farmhouse
in New Hampshire
morning a few years ago.. not really expecting
the last box in the stocking
to be something at all embarassing
. My mom
, and grandmother
were all in the room, doing their various Christmas-y
things, my granddad was in the basement getting firewood
. I come to the last box
and tear the end open.
The package contained one "family size" box of Trojan-ENZ condoms.
I scrambled to stuff it back in my stocking and to avoid my grandmother's questions without blushing and stuttering too much. My mom is evil . =c)