Everyone has their limits

I went home for Thanksgiving. My dad and I went to our local big box home repair store because I asked him to help me build a custom shelf for the corner by my stove. He also had to pick some supplies up himself. God I love to go on little errands with my dad. I just like a short drive soaking up some companionship with my daddio. Some of my favorite mental snapshots from my childhood is me and my sister riding somewhere with my dad in the old green F150.

So he's looking at spackle or something and I get distracted by a display of furniture pads. The kind you put under the legs of the couch to move. Also there were pads to help furniture to NOT move about. So I was thinking to myself, "I could really use this for my bed." It tends to relocated by feet when I have a lucky man in my bed. My dad comes over and asks me if I needed something. I turn around and start to explain what I want and if he thinks it would work. I get half a sentence out and I remember I'm talking to my father and stumble into an ending that doesn't have to do with me moving my bed when I'm having the sex with someone other than myself.

I didn't get the rubber stoppers. I'll do that on a solo trip I guess.

I'm get that other people can totally share everything with their parents. But as much as I like oversharing in general, I'm glad I have a few limits.