Of Tea and Decoy Ducks...

Easter this year was a little bit more hectic than usual. We had our traditional Egg hunt out at my parents farm on the Saturday but then Ed and I left the kids with their aunt and headed off for his stomping grounds that same evening.

Now Ed's hometown is the quintessential small town....then cut that town in half and those halves in quarters and you probably have double the population of - well lets just call it 'B' for anonymity's sake. They have one little general store that has everything and a post office.

This suited Ed's dad Fred just fine - he was all about horses and quads and hunt'n. Oh and apparently flammable liquid. I know this even more so now because the whole purpose of our trip was to sort through and clean out the four sheds he had filled up with 'stuff' and again flammable liquid. My part of this job was to empty the shed and sort everything into 3 piles - Garbage - Keepers - Flammable Liquid.
I think I seriously under-estimated Fred's need to save every last drop of paint thinner, and who knows what else, in small unmarked tobacco cans.
I learned the hard way that it is hazardous to open any containers that sloshes - I am sure I lost more than a few brain cells to inhaling too many fumes in an unventilated shed.

This weekend was not particularly kind to my brain cells. When we first arrived in 'B' we went to Nana Fran's. She had offered to let us crash at her house - which was great. Nana Fran had some company over and 'He' (again lets keep this anonymous) offered Ed and I tea or coffee before we sat down to visit. I took "Him' up on the tea. We sat down with our drinks and started to visit........Fast forward to the end of my cup of tea. There was a lull in the conversation and I was pondering what kind of tea I just drank. So naturally I asked the tea maker - "What kind of tea is this??" And he answered casually, "Chamomile and a bud of pot"

In retrospect I wish someone was videotaping my expression - I was so shocked, then angry, then shocked again, then felt like hmmm I guess I really don't care.
(!!!!! Bahahaha)
I did manage to sputter..."You drugged me!!!?? Then 'He' dove into some sort of speech about the benefits of pot and how healthy bla bla bla
I stopped listening.

Normally I am a light sleeper and Nana Fran's house is right next to train tracks which usually means I hardly sleep when I am there. Not that night - I hit the couch and I didn't wake up until the morning.

I found I cared a little more the next day!!!

Mostly we (Ed and I) have laughed the whole situation off but I am telling ya - apparently its not just at the clubs that you have to watch what you drink!