Did I ever tellyou guys about the time my parents actually thought I was secretly doing drugs?
For those of you who remember the time several years ago when Tommie was attacked by a pair of wolves, and we kept her in the garage for a few days afterwards, I had to give her her medicine, which comes in little syringes that you squirt into her mouth (no needles); anyway, because she kept putting up a fight, sometimes when I'd let go of the syringes, they'd roll off the top of her cage, and behind, so I didn't bother to pick them up, lol.
So anyway later when it was garage cleaning day, my parents found those syringes, but they had no idea where they came from, or what they were doing there... and the first thing they did, was bring them to me, and ask me in a VERY troubled tone what those were, so I reminded them they were the syringes Tommie's medicine came in, but I never bothered reaching back there to pick them up.
That was a little hurting to think my parents thought I was doing drugs.