Oh. Shit. -- Part II

[thescarletwoman]

Mostly, we had a happy ending.

Shortly after I emailed the post, I decided to suck it up and call my father and VERY CAREFULLY ask if there was an envelope on the counter. The conversation went thusly:

Me: So... uh... did I happen to leave a manilla envelope on the kitchen counter?
Dad: yes you did.
Me: Uh... please don't look in there.
Dad: Why?
Me: No reason. Just... not for your eyes. At all.
Dad: Okay...
Me: Actually, can you toss it in the den on my stuff. Or even in the dining room?
Dad: I'm just... going to leave it where it is.

Hang up with him and have a nerve wracking next hour or so, wondering if he'll actually NOT look or if it'll be the little kid syndrome. Don't touch the stove... what does the kid do? Touch the stove. Had a ton of drama at work involving a new credit card machine and my being unable to transmit the batch for whatever reason which involved me driving back to the store after leaving to call boss and explain. Get home around 7:40 and mom's home.

Enter envelope still sitting on the kitchen table.

Run in. Grab it.

Mom: what's that?
Me: *on way up the stairs* noooothing.
Mom: So, where are you going with it?
Me: To my room.
Mom: What's in it.
Me: just never you mind.

So... I can only hope they DIDN"T see what's in there. Mom, would likely be a bit better with what it was as she and I share romance novels. But as I was wibbling with wook77 romance novels and sign-ups for a pr0n fest are two VERY different things.

Last thing I needed was my father seeing a request of: Snarry or Harry/Draco, kinks: D/s, BDSM and rimming.

Crisis Averted.

I hope.

Comments

[tailoredshirt.livejournal.com]

OMG, I think I would die a slow, painful death if that ever happened to me. I've had some close-call moments, living with my mom, and every time I think I'm just going to dissolve into a puddle of hot, gooey shame.

[blackink.livejournal.com]

*dies* Now that the crisis is averted, I'm laughing at you. I love you, but I'm laughing.

[lokifan]

Wowwww. Glad that worked out! I'm pretty sure my dad busted me once but it wasn't pr0n, and we've been very English and NEVER discussed it.

Oh god, just thinking about it covers me in shame.

[avengangle.livejournal.com]

You know, I probably would have lied my ass off and said, "It's a musicological treatise" (or, in my case, "It's a plot for a new science-fiction romance novel. You can't see it until it's done."). . . you know, something your parents are definitely not interested in.

Now, of course, you'll have to come up with very interesting plans for their wedding anniversary or something, to avert suspicion completely.

[annearchy.livejournal.com]

HA! *pets Lia*

You want to hear something scary? More than 3 years ago I was working on a NaNoWriMo fic which was loaded with pr0n. (HP fanfic d'oh stretched to NaNo length). I spent several hours working on it in the car on the way to Thanksgiving dinner at DH's cousin's house in Illinois. Then, when we left their house - I forgot the damn notebook. I called frantically and asked them to overnight it to me, because it contained several thousand words for my NaNo project. I can only hope they didn't actually READ anything in the notebook...