So, my car broke down last night. Ignition starter and blah blah blah. I towed it to where I was getting it repaired last night. My parents were nice enough to take care of dealing with getting it fixed today while I was at work (the advantages of a close knit family and having parents who are retired).

Well, after work today, we went out for supper. My father went home while my mother drove me to my house. She came in just for a while to bring in an apple pie she made for me when it occured to her "yeah, we really need to come up to your house sometime to help you with this repair and this repair and....

"Oh yeah that entertainment table for your small television. You were going to put it in your bedroom right?"

Please don't go into the bedroom! Please don't go into the bedroom! Please don't go...

Now, she didn't say anything. In fact, she went right on talking about what she was talking about without missing a beat. I would've almost thought that "maybe she didn't see anything" except...she was looking right at it! My end-table with all of my Figmas and my little shelving unit that displayed my G3's and G1 Legos.

*wants to crawl into a corner and DIE*