Well, I survived the night. It was also pretty good smoke.
On a side note, my wife and I both work 45 minutes from home.
I get off work at 2:30pm, she gets off work at 5:30.
I hung around up town yesterday until she got off work, we went out to eat, did a little shopping, and headed home.
The 45 minute drive from town to our residence in the middle of nowhere is much more enjoyable while fully cannabinated, so Ole Brown Thumb asked me if I had an extra joint.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, for her, I did.
I bestowed upon her a perfectly lovely specimen of a doobie packed with Purple Ghost Candy.
I had one just like it for myself, as well.
45 minutes later, as I am pulling onto the gravel road that we live on, I get a phone call from the wife.
She has driven past our exit, and is proceeding to the next, 7 miles to the west, to turn around.
A few minutes later, she called once again, to tell me that she had, once again, missed our exit, and was proceeding to the next exit, 6 miles to the east, to turn around.
I stayed on the phone with her that time to be sure she made it all the way home.