So I guess some of the unluckiness from last night spilled over to myself. Earlier today, the family and I were cleaning around the house just dusting, vaccuming and all that other fun stuff. I went to my room to continue the cleaning efforts when my dad comes in.



"Hey, Jeremy. What's this?" he asks.



"Hahahaha... uhhhhhh... I dunno... hahahah." I was waaaay too unprepared for that one. All I was thinking was, "Where in the f**k did that come from?... I've been looking for some."



So after holding a small baggie of good stuff in front of me, he hands it back saying that my mom found it in my drawer. "Not good, Jeremy. Not good," ended the interrogation.



In all, it wasn't too bad I guess. I got to keep it and learned that my mom and dad were not overly angry about it. In fact, my mom was rather embarrassing, in my opinion.