My Luck

The other morning T and I were talking.
As we all know because I keep saying it T is a great kid.
No fights at school (that I am aware of).
No bad language other than swearing and I cannot say no do not swear because I have the mouth of an Irish Sailor.
I have always been open with him regarding my use of marijuana.
Gummies I have help incredibly with the twinges I have had in my elbows and left shoulder.
And the actual flower I smoke helps with my anxiety and depression along with my mainstream meds.
All in all I am a pretty lucky mom.
And we talk.
Or rather I nag and badger to ensure he is fine.
Me: How did I ever get so lucky with you?
T: Because you are my mom.
Me ( ruffling his hair): That gets you an extra $10 for allowance. 不不不不不
I really am a lucky woman having such a fine son as T.
Now ask me again at the end of the school year.
穢Sept. 29/21
Picture is my own
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