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Since becoming pregnant with her daughter Rowan, Canadian journalist and author Rebecca Eckler has penned three hilarious books, including the best-selling Knocked Up. Catch Rebecca’s weekly unique perspective on motherhood and single parenthood.
I’m in New York this month, staying at a friend’s condo while she’s travelling. While I’m staying at my friend’s condo in New York, a friend and her family are staying in my house in Toronto, because her house is being gutted and she and her family are homeless.
I used to be a spy-grade snoop. I mean that. I was such a snoop. In my twenties, I once broke into a boyfriends locked trunk, which he kept in his closet, only to find nothing interesting in the trunk. I also had to call an ex-boyfriend to come over and help me Krazy Glue the trunk of my present boyfriend shut, so he didn’t know that I snooped. Crazy? Absolutely. But I was in my very early twenties. So whatever.
But, after snooping and learning something very disturbing about a guy I was dating, my snooping days were over…for good! (I won’t divulge. Let’s just say it was bad.)
I haven’t snooped in a long, long time. I’ve lost the will to snoop. But then this fear hit me. My friend and her husband were staying at my HOUSE! I don’t think I have anything to hide, but what the hell do I know? I just stuff all important papers and documents in drawers and forget about them.
I did start to go throw the messes of papers in all my drawers before my friend moved in. Did I really want her to know how much I had in my bank account, my mutual funds, what stocks I had, my separation agreement, or how much I made on my books? I know I have some love letters lying around, too.
After twenty minutes, I stopped trying to hide things. I don’t think my friend is a snoop. I told her, “Just don’t look through any of my drawers.” I added, “Especially the bedside drawer.” (OK, there’s nothing really in there of note, but still, you never check out one’s bedside drawer.)
While staying at my friends place, now almost a week, I haven’t snooped once. I don’t want to, plain and simple. Sure, I’m amazed at her makeup collection, but that’s on her bathroom counter and out for everyone to see, so that’s not snooping.
As for my friend, she called me from Toronto to tell me that her husband wanted to yell at me. For what? Well, he snooped and he found all my “bad food” and wanted to yell at me for my bad grocery shopping habits. My friend held at him back, since they’d be in there like three days and were staying AT MY PLACE. I’m more worried about them snooping and telling me that I shouldn’t own certain stocks or should stop shopping at Prada based on my most recent bank statement.
But I don’t think looking into my kitchen cupboards or freezer is really considered snooping, so that’s okay. Ever had someone stay at your place while you’re not there? Were you worried your friends would snoop?
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