So I ended up making a VAT of curried vegetables, right? and I ate a bowl of them and oh boy.
My stomach did not like them at all and so now what do I do with the remaining vat o' veggies? Mr. Moon doesn't even like curried vegetables or curried anything for that matter. It's one of his few food rather-nots.
Sigh. I should have just had some more Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
But no. I had to be healthy.
I made those things too spicy. I know I did. That's what I do. At this point, I'm even afraid to give them to the chickens. They might lay deviled eggs.
Yeah. I'm fucking hysterical.
So the other night, Mr. Moon and I were watching some stupid-ass show called Marijuana Wars and I just want to say that it's time for this bullshit to be over. There were like fifteen camouflaged commandos with front packs and back packs and helmets and boots and ginormous weapons tromping up a mountainside in Northern California in the dark, getting lost and finally, they get to the "marijuana garden" and there are supposedly two Mexican guys there whom the commandos had hoped to catch while they were sleeping after working a hard day in the marijuana garden but it took them so long to climb the mountain with all that camo and gear and weaponry that it was broad daylight by the time they got there so the Mexicans were already up and out of camp and when we turned the channel they still hadn't caught those guys even with the help of the helicopter droning overhead that they were in touch with via electronic devices and Jesus! Give me a break.
I will say that marijuana has changed a lot in the last thirty years. Those buds were as big as King Kong's dick! Wooey!
But here was all this man-power and fire-power trying to arrest these guys whom they admitted were "small fish" to try and get to the "big fish" and it's all about marijuana which grows out of the ground and which no one in the history of the universe has ever managed to OD on as far as I know, unlike vodka and Johnny Walker Black, and I'm sorry, I love Obama but he needs to man the fuck UP and quit pushing against the legalization because he knows better and I am sure of that.
So what the fuck, Obama?
What the fuck, everyone?
All right. I just wanted to say that. That's my two cents in the ongoing marijuana wars which really, I'd just as soon my tax dollars weren't being used to fight.
Pick your battles, people. If we legalized weed, none of this bullshit would be necessary and quite frankly, I doubt there would be any huge rise in the use of it and people wouldn't be getting killed because they were gardening marijuana.
Of course, since it's so easy to grow, any fool could do it and any fool WOULD do it and so the gov'ment can't figure out how to tax that shit and I think that's probably the problem.
Well, I'm going to call my MOTHER and see if Lily and the boys and I can go see her. Her assisted living place actually has a playground and Owen would love to hang out there. Her assisted living place has EVERYTHING and I may be the world's worst daughter but by god, she's in the world's best assisted living place and that has to count for something, doesn't it?
I don't know. I don't know much.
But I am pretty sure that common sense is a rare commodity these days and is in grave danger of disappearing altogether.
I wish those curried vegetables would disappear altogether but that is not going to happen.
We're supposed to get rain today. That sure would be nice.