So I'm opening my stocking
presents in the
living room of my grandparents'
farmhouse in
New Hampshire on
Christmas morning a few years ago.. not really
expecting the last box in the
stocking to be something at all
embarassing. My
mom,
dad,
sister, 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)