~ Today, Paul and I went for a walk with Daisy. (Daisy will get her own post at a later date explaining her identity.) As we walked in the apartment complex, returning from our walk, a young guy asks, "Do you know where I can buy any bud?" I replied, "At the BP across from the complex," thinking the guy must have been slow-- almost every gas station I've been stocks beer. Then the guy looks at me like I'm slow and says, "Some green." At this point I do feel stupid, well maybe more naive, and Paul quickly responds "We're not into that sort of thing." The guy apologized and walked off. I wanted to tag on, "Yeah, we've actually never done any illegal drunks or abused prescription drugs, but I can drink like Tammy Faye puts on make-up." But I doubt he'd be impressed with not liking the drugs... oh well, I guess D.A.R.E. didn't reached him.
~ A friendly tip from a pharmacy guy: If you ever have to dispose of medication don't flush it. Not good. Not good at all. Dissolve the tablets in water or another liquid. Poor the dissolved tablets in cat litter, coffee grounds, or some other item from your kitchen. (If you have a liquid medication skip the dissolving part and follow instructions.) Then seal the contents in a bag and drop in the nearest trashcan.