My parents are coming down for a visit, so we are frantically preparing the household for their arrival. Time to put away the illegal drugs and semi-automatic weapons, the seditious literature and satanic rock music — at least for a while.
photo by gurke
We also have to conceal the extensive subterranean dungeon we installed during our renovation. Wouldn’t do for Mom & Dad to wander down there and get lost.
Fortunately most of this work falls on Xy since I have clever means of work avoidance, such as posting to this blog or playing with Persephone.
Dude, don’t forget to hide the porn!
Make sure the weapons are readily accessible.
Remember, you’re living in NEW ORLEANS!!
Not that you might have any, but hide any & all the sex toys too. You don’t want to have to explain them and your parents don’t want you to anyway. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt and bumper sticker.
Oh, but when the parents are away, the adult children can and will indeed play…
Heheh. I’m so glad my parents don’t care. When my mom was windexing my Trainspotting poster the other day she asked through a grin exactly how I planned on explaining the “fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself” statement to my daughter. And of course my dad was totally not surprised to walk into my office and find me dancing to Lords of Acid with Eva in the Baby Bjorn 🙂
“Playing with Persephone” sounds like a ready-made title for what I’m sure would be a most excellent autobiography, based on a speech I happened to hear over by City Hall last time I was in town.
Imagine if “Persephone” were a street name, over by the Muse streets. It almost mangles itself into “PURSE-a-phone”!
Is there such a thing as pomegranate-flavored baby food?