Jun 5, 2014
commented on In Defense of Maureen Dowd Getting Too High and Writing About It
First time I made pot brownies, I thought I was going to die. We ate two after the first didn't seem to work yet. Then BLAM... learned my lesson.
Several years later, my mother was given a prescription to aide with her dying intestines. It is the only thing she can have that actually works. Anyway, she ate a brownie and thought she was dying too. She was actually scared away from edibles for about a year before she'd try them again. I think with some guidance, she would never have experienced that. She now knows to cut her weekly brownie into 16 pieces and eats one when needed.
Apr 24, 2014
commented on Puppy Puppy Puppy!!!
I have the greatest idea ever. Change it to Leash Out, and then only talk about puppies.
I win Slog!
Jan 23, 2014
commented on "I Need Some Pretty Things"
Go skiing! I grew up in the flattest possible place in the world. Then I moved to Seattle and started skiing on real actual mountains. I can hardly pay attention to what I'm doing because of the views. Whistler is my favorite for views while skiing.