There've been much worse afternoons. TrulyThat's all im doing...dj'ing my own stone...you poor suckas are stuck here with me
so just you and the dogsI decided to join you with a nice fat joint of Ghost Train Haze #1 from the freezer's museum collection of "Too Much Weed Anymore". Not even going upstairs to get the vaporizer to protect me from the throat burn. Nope, there was an immediate urge for old-school cannabis consumption. The puppies seem concerned, but they're just spectators in this part of the day, anyway. Though the youngest one admittedly seems drawn to the smell. I'm a bit worried about her, privately speaking. But probably just a youthful experimental phase. Probably best if I don't make a big issue of it and have it blow back on me.
Edit: To clarify, lest some think I'd slipped even further, this was intended as humor of sorts. But by the time one gets to explaining a punch line, fearing it was not apparent, the punchline has lost most of the potential it might've had, had it been delivered or contrived more effectively... Though it is mostly true, notwithstanding my inflexion in expressing my concerns for the littlest one
so just you and the dogs