Pot is such a parent-type thing. So very old skool and shit. This says more about my parents than it does me.
This is so totally my take on it. My parents were big ol' pot-heads, so from when I was very little it was something parents did, not kids. When my friends smoke pot (not that I know anybody who does), it's always a slight shock, and I expect them to shampoo with beer and talk seriously about pyramid power while macrame-ing potslings.
meara, don't feel bad - a friend of mine's wife works at NIMH and never put it together that her workplace and "The Secret of NIMH" were the same.
I thought they changed Frisby to Brisby so as to avoid confusion with the Wham-O Flying Disk.
Mice don't actually bug me, other than the time I was kneeling on the floor and the cat chased one under my crotch. DEAD mice bug me, but that never stopped my sister from making me deal with the mousetraps in her freaking house when I was little.
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Happy Birthday, erika!