Ew Ew Ew!!!
BG: We are cleaning out my Dad's house in preparation for sale. Since Mom died a year ago, he's downsized to a small apartment and has essentially handed responsibility for cleaning out the place/selling the furniture/disposing of everything to me and my brother. It's a large house and mom was a packrat. Not a hoarder by any means, but she had a lot of stuff. end BG
So today we are all over at the house, selling stuff and going through it at the same time. It was me, DH, DB, DSIL and DN(iece). DH and I are going through one of Mom's jewelry boxes to make sure we hadn't missed anything. DH noticed a little tab that opened a secret compartment on the bottom of it, and in there he found an envelope.
<cue ominous music>
We should have just stopped there. If it was hidden there, there certainly had to be a reason for it, right? Better just to give it to Dad and forget about it. But no, curiosity got the better of me. I asked DH to look in the envelope. He didn't want to, but I prevailed. Slowly he opens it and finds...
A picture of a cat that we had when I was a child. Oh! I haven't thought about Frisky for years. He was a great cat!
And hey! There are a few more pictures, too! Probably more pics of Frisky and maybe of Dusty, too-the other cat we had at the time.
Did you know that Polaroid cameras became popular around 1970? People loved them! You could take pictures and they would develop right before your eyes! No more going to the store to have rolls of film developed! And you know, that afforded some previously unknown freedoms. You could now take pictures of anything. Anything at all. And not have to worry about other people seeing them!
I saw what no child should ever see. Apparently the cat wasn't the only thing that was frisky. Yup. 40+ year old Polaroid pictures that my parents took of each other...like that
. EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!!!!!!!!!!!
I of course did the only logical thing I could think of in the moment. I screamed for my brother and made him look at them too. He may never forgive me for that
There is not enough brain bleach on the planet. There will never be enough brain bleach ever. Ever ever ever.
Dad came by the house about an hour later. I gave him the pics and he turned bright red and giggled, embarrassed and seeing the humor at the same time. He looked at us and simply said, "Well, we used to be young, you know."
So...what can you not unsee?