I don't have sex or use drugs, so all I have to worry about is the mess. And I mean MESS! My parents are cool, but having them over at my apartment (which I pay for) is always wierd somehow.

The only "oops, should have put that somewhere else" happened twice: my brother, and then later my father, saw a book on my shelf called "Dual Attraction" (and I can assure it is NOT about magnets). My brother said, "Is there something we need to talk about?"

My father said, "Hm."

I used to hide stuff...I don't anymore...I realized I am an adult and so is my mother, we can deal with things rationally. And when it comes to toys and such, I just keep them in th bedroom, not neccasarily put away, she never goes in there.