I had done pretty much everything out there, but never weed. I figured it wasn't anywhere strong enough to accomplish my purpose of getting f*cked up. Then I got drunk as hell, and my husband's brother and him got together and bugged me about so I said what the hell. I then realized my purpose was not to get fucked up, it was to feel gooooooooood. So I did from then on, every night. And my life's way better now. :P The best part is, now my husband yells that I smoke too much, when he was the one who got me to do it in the first place.