Summer is right around the corner, which means it’s just about time for my very nice, very mid-twenties-ish, very partying-type neighbors to start lighting up in their backyard.
Which, basically, is my front yard.
Pot’s legal in Washington now, and to be honest, I helped vote it in. Why didn’t anyone tell me how bad it was going to make the world smell? I guess I thought everyone would be smoking indoors, out of respect for the rest of us, the same way I don’t pile my dog’s poop up along the property line (though, technically, I could).
Don’t trouble yourself. My inner voice has already told me: Girl, you know you’re why they want a test for voters, right?
To celebrate this dubious marker of summer, please check out The Grass is Always Greener by my friend and fellow author Nancy Brier (she’s also on Facebook here) in this month’s Brain, Child. Reading it cheered me up considerably, if only because it helped me remember that always, someone out there has it worse than I do.
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