Meme’s First Weed

I paid for Shannon to go to the eye doctor today and get some glasses. In ten years, we will laugh about how Tarri gave her one, USED contact to wear. She’s been wearing it since March. Shannon wouldn’t fair well with one eye. I imagine beadwork and threading a needle would just be hell with one eye.

Shucks, when I think about it… I do close one eye to peer at the needle hole when I’m.. nevermind. No one wants to Cyclops for life.

I’m existing on a WWMD (what would Meme do?) philosophy lately. You were always an “if I got it, it’s yours” kinda lady. You made me feel like it made you happy to take care of me, and I understand how it pays off not to worry about the people you love.

In the car, I told her she should try your favorite Cheech and Chong’s Beach Cruise Chews. I reminisced about the first time we got you high. Classic peer pressure— I was like comeon, mom, you’ve got cancer. Who is going to judge you? Also, we are in California. It’s legal. Just try it.. I got you an Oreo one. Take the candy. COME TO CANDY MOUNTAIN, CHARLIE.

You were kindof let down by how being high didn’t make you see the world in Tie Dye or something, and didn’t even believe that you were high. You sure did think our hotel art was fabulous and incredibly detailed, and OMG IS THAT A PECKER IN THAT PAINTING?

And it was.