So there both of us were, inside the local cannabis dispensary with myself and others suggesting that maybe edible cannabis would be the best way to go.
The biggest irony is that my mother and I were shopping together for marijuana on sale. This did not go unobserved. Mama entirely grinned at myself and others a few times and ordered me to scrub that smirk off my face. Indeed, this was not a scenario I ever thought I would find myself in when it came to smoking cannabis with my mom. Since she found my stash of recreational marijuana inside the basement of our condo when I was a junior in school, I haven’t brought up the subject of weed. I’m a bit shocked that my own mother snooped that intensely in my own apartment. But that’s how mama is. And we’ve always had a bit of a gratifiedious relationship due to expectations of 1 another. But this is often how things go between a parent and a child. Still, to be inside a cannabis dispensary with my mother while mama spoke to someone about the best sort of hybrid strain was epic. The reason both of us were there wasn’t so great. Mama had been ran tests on with a honestly treatable form of cancer. But the doc told her she should get some medical marijuana for the chemo treatments. Mama is 1 of those people who does just exactly as the doctor tells them to. So there both of us were, inside the local cannabis dispensary with myself and others suggesting that maybe edible cannabis would be the best way to go. Interestingly enough, mama enjoyed the hybrid strain for sale. She took a modern home from the cannabis dispensary. And the both of us laughed together for the first time in years and years.