my mom smelled it on me a coupla times i think, but never really confronted me until she caught me hitting a bowl on the back porch with my friend alisa. she clearly saw me and then didnt really do anything about it. for a while she made little sly comments when she'd kiss me goodnight, like smell my hair or something, until finally it was an unspoken rule that if i didnt do it around her it was pretty much all right. then one time she caught me fishbowling the bathroom, banged on the door yelling "dont smoke in the house!" but i pretty much ignored her.

now i can get away with pretty much everything...today my mom was putting my sweatshirt in the wash, found my suspension note inside that says "suspended for illegal use of marijuana on school campus", came upstairs and made me smell it cause it actually reeked of weed. it was pretty funny.