Damn fine plan that. Nothing like a little grow time with the little ones. Unless it's some grow and toke time with the big girls.Time go ck on the babies
Reminds me of a long ago neighbour. His opinion was that when a bottle was opened, the cap got tossed. No matter what. I kept a partially empty bottle of whiskey on call especially for him. The full bottle, if there was one, was kept out of sight. His visits were rarely announced.The first time the neighbors had us over to hang out around their fire pit, neighbor guy was already *drunk* cause they had been drinking with their family that was over all afternoon. He poured us rum and cokes, to the brim, with about 90% rum and a splash of coke. Made for an interesting evening. Luckily our doors are only like 20 feet apart so there wasn't much of a trip home.
I'm pretty sure from the sound of it that they would have ended my drinking career too.Back in the day, i'd hang out at the J&M cafe in Seattle.. they had a drink there.. called the MOFO.. it was a dirty mother with a shot of 151 rum floated on top.. those helped me to quit drinking 42 years ago
My Uncle told me stories of his Uncle that did just that. He said he'd pop the cork or top, smell it and then toss it!Reminds me of a long ago neighbour. His opinion was that when a bottle was opened, the cap got tossed. No matter what. I kept a partially empty bottle of whiskey on call especially for him. The full bottle, if there was one, was kept out of sight. His visits were rarely announced.
He was hard core with our favorite weed too. If one happened to catch him leaving the driveway at about 0500 or so for his carpentry work (you know, power tools, ladders, heavy shit that can fall on you), you would notice that he was sucking on a serious fatty on his way out of the drive. The interesting thing is that some thirty or so years later, he still has all his body parts, and the same lovely wife is still with him. He was a pretty fine carpenter too. And he had a really nice dog.