You've Got Your Big G's...

So imagine that you climb into your minivan and are looking for your sunglasses (hoping you didn't just sit on them), and you look down and see...a pipe sticking out from under your seat. You know, the kind Weezer sings about. It seems it must have fallen out of a certain someone's pocket and has been riding around with you and your kids for who-knows-how-long. 

I share this story only because if you take away the exhausting reality of having to be the parent of said someone, it's kind of funny...I mean, soccer mom meth abuse aside, shouldn't drug paraphernalia spontaneously combust upon contact with minivans? It's probably been riding around in there for a week or more, making trips with me to the bank, the grocery store...hell, maybe it was even in there when we got pulled over for going 32 in a 25 on a Wisconsin country rode a few weeks back...oh wait, we're entering into not so funny territory again. 

Fu@#ing teenagers.