My mom and I were talking in the car…
She was like, “I’m so proud of the woman you’re becoming. You’re caring all the time and probably one of the sweetest girls ever, but you’re also learning how to not take shit from anyone. You remind me of myself in the 70’s, you little hippie. If you don’t already know, I know you smoke. Ms. Munchies when you get home. To tell you the truth, I would much rather you smoke weed than drink, so this is my formal permission to smoke. Being drunk is so much worse than being high. Being high isn’t even bad anyways. It’s like what my dad used to tell me, ‘It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught’.” As I jumped out of the car she said, “Save me a hit or two from the bong for when I come to pick you up!” Not sure if she was joking or not…
