My in-laws always tell stories about when they were young. How they went to Lollapalooza and burning man before it got all commercial.
I like hearing their good old days stories. They are amusing. My favorite is how my Father-in-law missed seeing Nirvana in some dive bar because he never heard of them.
I make my own edibles and they are pretty strong. We don't have kids yet so I'm okay just leaving them out with a warning sign for my wife. My edibles should carry a warning label "don't make any fucking plans for a while".
My in-laws were over this weekend. They said they wanted to try my fudge. I said they were welcome but that they should try just a quarter of one of my fudge pieces.
That is what my wife usually takes. It is enough to have a great night but still be able to function the next day.
My in-laws decided they were old school cool and I was shining them on. They each took a full piece. That was Friday night.
They didn't move from the couch until Saturday afternoon.
They had plans that went sideways. I'm not sure how that's my fault. They literally took four times as much as I recommended.
My wife is upset with me and so are my in-laws. They ended up staying until Sunday when they felt normal. I tried to explain that the cannabis I grow is stronger than whatever they are used to from the 90s but I'm still in trouble.