High There

On January 1st, my home state of Colorado started selling legal recreational marijuana.

You know what that means, right?




Say, you think this cake comes with a side of brownies? [eyebrow waggle]


I live in a college town, so I'm used to the occasional whiff of weed here and there. Still, you can imagine how it is now. Not to worry, though; I have an extremely strong constitution. Yep, stone-cold-sober Sharyn, that's what they call me! Heh. Aheh. Heh.

[long pause]

Man, I could really go for some nachos right now.

Weird. I don't even like refried beans.


Anyway, like I said, there's no chance of me being affected...

Hey, there's leftover spaghetti and biscotti! Brilliant!

It never even occurred to me to combine these before!
I think I'll call it "Bisghetti." No, "Spaghotti!"

Anyway, definitely getting a patent on this.


Wait. Waitwaitwait.
I don't want to scare you guys, but I think we're being watched.

[staring intently at the salt shaker]

(40 minutes later)


Hey, have you seen this picture of my brother's levitating cat?

I didn't even know c@s could DO th@!

=^..^= (The kids call that "texting.")


Well, I'm feeling a bit sleepy. So. You know...

Cha. Righteous.


Thanks to Anony M., Lisa H., Debra B., Rachael D., Jill A., Kelly B., & MJ. I'd say more, but I really need a snack...