Apparently every time I go to Chico for the weekend, my grandpa tells my mom something along the lines of, "God I hope she doesn't come back pregnant."
My mom says he thinks that "Going to Chico" is code for "Going to visit Gabriel's dad and have S-E-X." While ideally my grandpa wouldn't think about me having sex ever, at all, I would be less offended if he just thought "Going to Chico" was code for sex with strangers. The fact that he thinks it's remotely possible that I would still be sleeping with That Man is just...extra repulsive.
Also, Going To Chico is (unfortunately for me) not code for HAVING SEX with anyone. I mean, gawd, not because that wouldn't be nice and all. As a person who's managed to have sex exactly zero times in the past year, let me just tell you, I AM NOT OPPOSED.
So. While I know my grandpa doesn't read my blog because he's (a) legally blind and (b) did I mention blind, I do feel the need to point out that for one, Going To Chico is not a euphemism for Having The Sex (although I dearly wish it was) and for two, even if I did have some fancy-pants travel code for gettin' some, it would NEVER be with Gabriel's dad, and I would NOT be coming home pregnant.