If you knew me when I was in my 20′s you probably already know that I am a huge advocate for the legalization of marijuana. I don’t think it needs to be legal to have four trash bags of weed in your garage, but a few plants in your back yard or a quarter of an ounce (the marijuana equivalent of a pony keg) – I just don’t see what the big deal is.
So, that’s how I feel about pot.
But pots? I kind of have a problem with pots. And pans. A few is never enough. If one sauce pan is great, three is better. In my lifetime the addiction that I seem to be cultivating to pots and pans is far more threatening than any addiction to marijuana I might have developed.
In this morning’s triumphant return to Keep Trash Donate I am pushing the boundaries of my comfort. I am cleaning out my pots and pans.
Keeping: A fabulous new set of pots and pans, big thank you to my mother in law. Trashing: A strange assortment of lids I have been carting around for years.
Donating: A random sampling of duplicates I have acquired through the merger of mine and MQD’s homes.
My fingers are crossed that I put the new pots and pans in the cabinet with the appropriate lids and that there was no confusion regarding the trash and donate piles. I had an eager little helper.
In case my scintillating tale of the acquisition of some new pots and pans and the subsequent purging of the old does not captivate you, enjoy this little tune.