Drink your weedies

It's funny what memories come back to you when you're browsing other people's sites. I visited Dandelion Wine today and had this memory: When I was 15 I wanted to know what it felt like to be drunk. I snuck into my grandmother's kitchen cabinet, snatched a bottle of dandelion wine, and proceeded to drink the entire bottle.



I hated the taste and lost the toothpaste I had intended to use to cover up the smell when my mom came home from her date. She asked me what was wrong with me and I told her I just wasn't feeling well. I have a feeling she saw right through my boldfaced lie, but she never talked with me about it later.