This afternoon, I had the sort of date "old married" types have. I picked up Phenom after he dropped his car off to get serviced and we went to lunch and stroll around a bit.
It is a beautiful, spring-time-in-the-south day. I had the windows down, sunglasses on, music blaring, and all was well. As Phenom sat in my car at the dealership, I turned to him and said "this is the sort of day where we should be allowed to smoke weed." Good thing Phenom wasn't chewing gum because he would have swallowed it, as unexpected as my comment was.
But, it was true. The sky was perfect, trees were blooming, it has FINALLY stopped raining. The only thing that would have made it even better was a slight buzz.