So I go downstairs this morning and see that things from the chest are all [censored] strewn about the bathroom! I went nuts!!!
Strewn all over the floor. Obviously not casual reading. Sounds more like rifling through the chest. And you had to clean it up? 'supwitdat?
Originally Posted By: Mrs. A
I have since moved my journal to a new hiding place, and now I'm just trying to stop worrying about whether or not he saw it! I don't know how I feel about that. One part of me doesn't care and the other part is mortified.
Ask him. You need to know exactly how boundary-less he is.
Have a great trip. You deserve to.
Peace,
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
