I'm a Mom and I'm Stoned Right Now
Once upon a time, back when I was young and stupid enough to think that 30 was old, I thought that one magical day in the indeterminate future I’d just naturally age out of my predilection for smoking pot. That never happened. And why would it? Weed is awesome. I’ve always preferred it to alcohol. It doesn’t have the calories or the hangover.
And I’ve never had a glass of wine and been captivated by children’s books like I have after smoking a bowl. Staring at a page for God only knows how long, I caught myself saying very seriously, “Where is Waldo? I don’t think he’s in this one. Is he definitely always in it?”
I have seen my future and I am not sure how I feel about this.