My Dad, the Pot Grower

One evening after a delicious meal that my mom made for the family, my dad went out on the back porch for his nightly cocktail.

As usual, he made himself and drink and told us to leave him alone for 30 minutes.

Per his request, we didn’t bother him for those 30 minutes. This is his nightly routine, so we were not surprised by the request. Earlier that day, my sister and her boyfriend had been on the back porch enjoying a little marijuana while the sun went down. Knowing my mother was making a huge meal for my birthday, they wanted to be extra hungry for it. Well, when my dad went outside for his nightcap, he 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. My sister and her boyfriend own a large pot farm on the West Coast and have really 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 mom had been growing to cook with. A few weeks later, a little pot plant started to sprout. My dad loved it! He told everyone that he was the original pot farmer in the house and that he deserves some recognition. Of course, it was all in good fun and we laugh about it every holiday.



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