It’s late… or early, depending on how you look at it. Mel and her best friend CJ are in the kitchen making THC pills. (Yes, you read that right.)
A friend of theirs is dying of cancer. The pills help with nausea from the chemo and to improve her appetite. CJ has been gathering pot for this project for some time now, with many friends donating portions of their stash to help out. Very nice for folks to do that and for Mel and CJ to help out their friend this way. My mom thought making the pills was a nice thing to do too; I’d explained what was going on when she was here earlier.
The process is long and involved apparently. They started earlier today and then Mel had to go to work. They started again when she got home at 11:30. The microwave has been getting a workout and the entire house smells. I can’t decide if I’m tired or loopy from the fumes or both. I’ve been thinking brownies would have been nice too. Never mind. Mel just brought me a piece of toast from homemade bread with homemade pomegranate jelly on it. Mmmmm… that’ll do.
I think I need to go to bed now.
You could say you were buring sage to cleanse your house… I do that all the time. — burn sage, I mean. Not microwave pot and then claim I’m burning sage! — never mind… now I’ve even confused myself.
Tommy Chong got busted for just selling hash pipes for medicinal purposes.<br><br>Let me know if they need donations to their defense fund.
Nothing says lovin’ like THC in the oven…