this morning #1407.

this morning, as i was making my way downstairs to put on a pot of coffee, i stopped. caught a whiff of a very specific drug coming from inside of my house. 4/20. damnit. i swear to sweet jesus. if the smell’s coming from the girl’s room, she’s going to be DOUBLE grounded. i hurried down the hall & pounded on her door, sniffing all the way. she lowered the music & shouted “HOLD ON!" from behind the door. there was a lot of movement going on in there but when the door swung open, it was clear that it wasn’t coming from her room. great. it’s the husband. where the hell is he? what in the name of sam hill’s going on with this family? i mean…we used to seem so squeaky clean.