Lil brother busted through the back door all sweaty-headed to report, "Dere's drugs on de table outside! Dus thought you should know bout it." Which meant that I immediately hopped up from the couch where I was idly considering the idea of doing some kind of household chore for the day (it takes a lot to make me "hop" from a prone position, btw) before rejecting such a ridiculous, capricious notion.
And sure enough, evidence from the previous Bunco party was on the patio table: (drum roll!) an ashtray with crushed butts!!!
Wonder what lil brother would have thought if I told him his best friend Millie Pebbles' mama was the culprit??? Hmmmm....might make for interesting writing material at a future date...or at the least, potential blackmail material. Cause you know lil brother is not gonna forget about finding contraband on his back patio. The third grade teacher is gonna get a good story for next year's Red Ribbon Week (btw-Drug Awareness Week is the most dreaded week of the entire year for parents in these here parts because the kids confess to their teachers about all the loaded beer fridges across our town).
Kids today....what can you say? Puritans, I tell ya'.
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