As i previously posted to John's share post on happiness yesterday I found myself in Humbolt county having actual fun.  I don't "smoke" but everyone I know does except for my son. They even make their own edibles.  (I'm sorry but - Yuck) Medical marijuana card? really? up here?  Youre alowed 75 plants up here for personal use (who needs 75 plants for personal use)   But for once I kept my mouth shut.  Well, I did say when they opened the door between the gargage and the kitchen that   'it smelled like little jamaica in here." And, everyone actually laughed.  When dan brought out a tray of cookies my son reached for one and I informed him that eating one those particualar cookies would bring about a situation where he would have to sleep in his sisters volvo. (he lives in sober housing.  He laughed

So my resoution -becuz it seems to work- is to keep things lite between people, cry on my own sholder and probabley keep my mouth shut as much as resonably possible.