We smoked pot early, but once our daughter was conceived, gave it up.
Honestly. For 25 years.
Then, our daughter, at some point moving through hipsterism herself, brings it back to us.
Hmmm.
For a long time, I resist.
"It's not right," I tell my wife of at least that long and more.
And so it sits.
And sits.
...Until we smoke it.
And, damn, doesn't it make our post-child years, and ...life...seem so much more...FUN???!!!!
Which yet argues against my even emerging...AAGGHH!...Christian, sensabilities.
Not to even mention that it is so damned EXPENSIVE!
Hmph! Cry me a river, huh?
Buttchya know? What A Great Life I've Had?...
Wow!!!