In late March I'm going to have some plastic surgery done on this huge gash I got across my chest while skiing a few weeks ago. Anyway the other day I was reading in the living room while my mom was scanning the info pamphlet for the hundreth time because she is really scared about sometime happening to me while I'm under the knife. At one point she stopped and pointed out to me that the surgery will do a blood test before the operation because they can't opperate with alcohol or any type of drugs in my body and she made a point to tell me that weed is considered a drug.

Keep in mind that I've been smoking on a more or less regular basis for the past half year and although my parents have never caught me I've always been positive that their parental intuition told them that I was up to something.

Anyway, after she made her point she just flat out asked me if I smoke or have done any other drugs. She has always been a very understanding mom and although she was never a big partier she was very kind to me the fist time I got wasted at a party. She even held my hair back when I instantly puked in the sink after entering the house (I'm a guy, I just have pretty long hair).

Sorry for all the digressions. Since I know that she's understanding, trustful, and I feel comfortable sharing my life with her I told her that yes, I do smoke every weekend and maybe on 2 or three weekdays.

Since her facial expression never changed to a grimace or some petrified glare I knew that she was expecting that answer and was glad that I was being honest with her.

So she, wanting to be a good mom, told me the basics such as don't drive while high (I never have) or do anything stupid to hurt myself or my friends.

The best part was that before I left she told me how she knew that I always smoke outside and although she appreciated it she said that she would be fine with me just smoking out of my window. Her only rules are that I can't fuck up or let her see me because although she isn't bothered by weed she doesn't want to think of me as some drugged out hippie spending all my time playing Smash Bros and eating rice cakes (my favorite munchie food). Lastly she thanked me for waiting until I go accepted into college before doing it on school nights...ha. It's great to have such understanding parents.

If any of you are paranoid about your parents finding out perhaps you should see if they're dropping hints about you smoking or you should drop hints that you smoke, just to gague their reaction. They may not care nearly as much as you thought they did.
memoriesofhash Reviewed by memoriesofhash on . My mom confronted me the other day. In late March I'm going to have some plastic surgery done on this huge gash I got across my chest while skiing a few weeks ago. Anyway the other day I was reading in the living room while my mom was scanning the info pamphlet for the hundreth time because she is really scared about sometime happening to me while I'm under the knife. At one point she stopped and pointed out to me that the surgery will do a blood test before the operation because they can't opperate with alcohol or any type of Rating: 5