Not so Wordless Wednesday.
You know, I had a Wordless Wednesday all ready to post and go to bed.
And then, I went into my garage on the way to the car to take Pookah to daycare.
And I smelled weed.
Weed. Marijuana, Mary Jane………
Now, in my distant distant misguided youth, I may have experimented a time or two with the stickiest of the icky. .
But I’m grown now. I’ve got a job. That can ask me to pee in a cup anytime they feel like it.
My husband………
Not so much.
Not to say that he is a weed head. Or that he occasionally indulges.
Remember this incident when he was laid off?????
Hmmm, yeah.
Idiot..
So I knew that he was a past connoisseur of the herb.
But I thought it was just that: the past.
I thought he learned his lesson the last time.
I mean, other than say when you go to Jamaica on vacation and some guy in the middle of the ocean offers you some of Jamaica’s finest wrapped in a plastic bags………………
But I digress.
My point is, I smelled it.
In my garage.
At 830 in the morning.
I know what weed smells like…..my patients baby daddy’s always always smell like it, and I grew up in DC dammit.
And it was that good shit too.( Don’t ask how I know that)
The point is, I KNOW.
But I’m not supposed to smell that shit in my own damn garage!!! We grown!!!!
WHAT THE HELL????????
And then he had the nerve to try to act like I didn’t know what I was talking about.
Fool, please.
Finally, it comes out: he’s stressed. I can’t give him any sex( still 1 1/2 week to go on the no sex). I won’t “relieve” him.
Excuse my french here but
Mutha F**** please!
I’m so mad I could drive the 40 miles to his job and beat.His.ASS!!!!!!!!
But instead, I’m going to have a nice glass of wine to calm my nerves and go to sleep.
And pray I don’t get a phone call……………..
Hmph…this hits close to home…real close. So I’mma keep my comment to a minimum, look straight ahead and share this with the Mr. so he knows I’m not crazy! We might have to go have a drink on this one #men!
Girl……dont smack him up. But make sure he thinks a good smacking is on the table.
Smh. Tell him to at least try and cover up the damn small! Sheesh! My boyfriend smokes, I’m okay with that. He doesn’t do it in my house period. Its not my thing.
Ima need your hubby not to try and blame his habits on you tho. That’s thee dumbest excuse.
Men……..that’s it….just MEN!!
Ummmm…..last I checked he had two hands, didn’t he? I’m sure there’s lotion/lube/etc in your house somewhere. Tell him to grow the fuck up and take care of his own problems. Loudly. Madea-with-a-chainsaw-style. He’s grown, and needs to realize that if you’re caught with that stuff anywhere near you, it could affect your nursing license and then your job! What a moron! Oh, yeah, and remind him too that he has a child and if that shit is found in your house/car/near vicinity he’ll be taken away from you! I’m not preaching at you, just giving you a list of things to bring up while you’re throwing gas on all his shit in the front yard, which is what he deserves for putting you and Pookah in jeopardy like that. Let me know if you need matches, too.
LOL! Hi Nina!! *waving* I’ve missed you!
I read every day, I just don’t always comment!
Men are dumb. LOL!
And when I was in Jamaica a guy in the ocean really did offer that to me! So I had to laugh at that part of your post!
I still laugh about how slick the guy was! it was hilarious!
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Great meeting you on #CommentHour. Hope you got to enjoy that wine! Love your blog and will definitely be following along.
…………what Nina said!
*church wave*
hey!!!
Stress huh? Men! Always soooo stressed lol. Hope his boss isn’t a blogger lol. What happened to incense and Febreeze (try a little lol)
OMG C-Dud is acting out right now, I would treat him like the child he is acting and put him a a serious adult time out(insert your rules here). He needs to know that he is a grown up and you aren’t PLAYING house this here is real. Damn him!