So HP has been gone all of this Labor Day weekend helping her parents pack up and move out of their home a few hours away. I’ve been getting random texts and messages about childhood memories she comes across as she cleans out her old closet. I was seriously considering cutting off contact when she brought up bringing back her doll and ceramic Disney character collections and setting them on display in her apartment. (This is sure to cure the dry spell).

But, she recently redeemed herself as she still expressed excitement when she came across a pipe and bud she hid in high school in a shop towel, in a ziplock, in a shoebox full of receipts. Pretty sure the weed might be a bit dry at this point, but I’m thinking the doll collection might be amusing once we are stoned.