Mom And Dad Are Stoned

On Podcasting My husband likes to talk. A lot. He's one of those extroverted, bold, constantly yakking, tapping, bobbing, noise-making people. I am NOT one of those people. Other than my preference for loud music, I am a virtually silent person. I appear beside people alone in rooms. Never has this been clearer than our first few attempts at podcasting. See we're planning on having two podcasts; The Stoner Mom Podcast, hosted by me, and more about the stuff I write about. David's GrowCast is about how to grow weed, something I don't really know jack about. So we started recording mine first, and the task was plodding, arduous, and full of the usual Stoner Mom hysterics when forced to speak. Honest to god, it's one of the reasons I smoke weed! I am so uptight, so painfully shy sometimes, I can hardly release my jaws. So I puffed angrily on my bong to loosen up, and then robotically read my scripts (not a good idea for me) and spent hours of our time, only for us to mutually agree that uh... I sucked and need