As my wife, her sister and I were navigating the steep switchbacks up Pike’s Peak on Wednesday, she for some reason started quizzing us on the effects of different recreational drugs, having never tried them herself. Between the SIL and myself, we covered the answers on most bases. The wife then turned to me and calmly said “Well, lets just get us some of that marijuana then.”
At least she could have waited until we were on a level road.
We were taken out to a fancy brunch yesterday and my 4 year old ate so much real, healthy food (salad! boiled shrimp! fruit!) that all she wanted from a ten-foot table crowded with desserts was one chocolate dipped strawberry.