Cigaweed!

Dear Chris Rock, you were right. It is not a cigarette, it's a cigaweed! I always want to post on our blog because I have some funny stories to tell as well as pics we need to post. Alas, not tonight. Though, I will leave you with one gem.

I went to a patient's apartment . . . in government-assisted apartments. It was just nasty. Let's just say he would have been homeless if not on disability.

When I was asking him questions, no joke, he rolled a cigarette in front of me. It was not your normal cigarette. It might have had remnants similar to a plant many in Columbia might call "marijuana." Yep, that's right. He seriously started to light up in front of me. I told him I can't work with him smoking in front of me.

He told me to get the hell out. So I did.

*Side note -this marvelous human being had a pan sitting out by him that he claims he melts sugar in? Seriously, you expect me to believe you just cook sugar? Do I scream naivety?

I love second-hand joints!