After my father-in-law passed away, my mother-in-law was going through some of his things and found a stash of movies hidden in the back of his closet. Now when I say 'movies', I'm not talking about the family variety of movies --- heck I'm not even talking about the rated NC17 kind. The movies he had hidden away were rather of the erotic -or make you want to vomit...depending on how you feel about them - kind. Even though he wouldn't watch them if anyone else was in the house, it was no secret that my fil would on occassion watch a porno...that was a known fact. However, it was the kind of pornos that took everyone by surprise. I mean, who would've thunk that a short little old Polish man would have a thing for women of African decendage and their...ahem...backdoors? It's not that there is anything wrong with that...Hey to each his own I say. It's just surprising and kind of shocking (and somewhat funny to picture....Not that I WANT to picture that!).

Now what hidden goods/secrets would my family find out about me if I were to die today? Let me tell you what they would find.

Nadda....Zilch....Nothing...

That is what secret item my family would find if they were to go through my things. In actuality, I guess it's a good thing that I have no secrets or hidden items from my family. However I have to admit that deep DEEP down I think it would be pretty cool to have a secret something ...you know...something I, myself, would only know about. I'm not talking about anything bad, but maybe something they would come across and say 'Hey I didn't know that about her. That's pretty cool!' But alas, I have no secret stash of money hidden under my mattress. I have no stash of secret love letters from an old flame hidden in my hope chest. I have no secret stash of back-door porn under my bed. Hell, I don't even have a secret stash of Ho Hos hidden in the pantry.

Oh well. I guess it's nice that I don't have anything to hide from anyone. Afterall, my life is an open book.

Or should I say my life is an open blog? :)