they have a holiday for this now?

Happy 4:20, everybody!

Or should I say "Happy National Smoke a Doobie Only I am So Old and Square I Didn't Even Know This Existed Day!"?

Did you all know about this already? Apparently, somewhere along the way, "4:20" became slang for pot. And 4:20 replaced 11:11 as the preferred time for getting high. And April 20, well, you get the picture. I learened this, of all places, on NPR yesterday. National Public Radio. Not, you know, on tour. Oh, no. On NPR, as I chopped spinach for my family's healthy dinner.

This afternoon, I told this all to my friend Tracy, who is still young and groovy and runs my favorite local dining establishment. She felt sorry for me and gave me a hug. That's my life now. Cool chicks hug me out of pity as I chase my son out of the last actual phone booth in the county.

In happier news, the antibiotics kicked the bronchitis out of my system, I hit my goal at Weight Watchers, I'm going shoe shopping tomorrow, and the sun is out.

Posted by volfie at April 20, 2006 09:45 PM