My Dad, the Pot Grower

One evening after a delicious meal that my Dad made for the family, my dad went out on the back porch for her nightly cocktail, but as usual, she made himself and drink and told us to leave him alone for 30 minutes, per her request, my good friend and I didn’t bother him for those 30 minutes… This is her nightly routine, so my good friend and I were not surprised by the request, then earlier that day, my sibling and her bestie had been on the back porch enjoying a little marijuana while the sunlight went down, but knowing my mother was making a immense meal for my birthday, they wanted to be extra hungry for it, then well, when my dad went outside for her nightcap, she was not surprised to see that they had left a bit of a mess on the handrail where they were talking about their new grow room, however my sibling and her bestie own a giant pot farm on the West Coast and have legitimately started a successful business.

My dad thought it would be funny to take the leftovers and stick it in the same pot as the basil plant my Dad had been growing to cook with. A few weeks later, a little pot plant started to sprout. My dad enjoyed it! She told everyone that she was the original pot farmer in the dwelling and that she deserves some recognition… Of course, it was all in good fun and my good friend and I laugh about it every holiday.

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