kokopellinelli on a dream of hers about making Marijuana chili.The my mom came in. "Hello, honey. Oh, you're making chili, how wonderful! It smells great! May I join you?"
Me: Dilemma. If mom eats the stuff, she'll get high. If I stop her from eating it, I have to explain why, and I will get disappointed looks.
My elbow: *hits the pot, knocks it off the stove, and spills the stuff all over the floor*
Me: Ooops. Sorry. Looks like I'm all out.
