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March 25, 2007



Heh, you're totally right about the couch situation. Never underestimate the guile of the young and lusty. If my college boyfriend's mother's couch could only talk... along with his grandmother's living room floor, and several common areas of my parents' house. Their guest rooms, however? Unsullied by teen passion. It was all about the letter of the law.


I don't know who you are, but you are hilarious.


I think Miss Manners does say to put them in their own rooms and then ignore any footsteps going down the hall in the night. And yep, I think fooling around on the couch would allow them to say "We didnt crawl into BED with each other, Grandma, if THAT'S what you think."

Autumn :
1) I don't know you, but you are a very sweet person.
2) I give you credit for saying this before my husband inherited an estate (see 3/26/07, above).
3) Whadda ya mean you don't know me? Go read the Great Hall of TMI. All you need to know right there.

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