When a loved one has an addiction, it is easy to get sucked into their world. Sure, you know it is unhealthy for them but you just can’t refuse because you love them.
These people are called ENABLERS.
My friend Lisa shall hereby be called “The Enabler.”
Sure, I kinda owe her after a minor indiscretion that involved giving her lice. But that is nothing compared to what she did today when she sent my dear husband spiralling deeper into the world of addiction.
You see, Lisa and her husband flip or rent oodles of houses. Their latest purchase was a foreclosed townhouse. When they checked it out for the first time, they discovered it was a veritable mari*j*uana treasure trove of growing equipment. She called the cops who cleaned out a lot of the actual goods but she was left with all the paraphernalia.
And then she remembered my giant-pumpkin-obsessed husband and his makeshift greenhouse. She called Jamie and he was over there faster than Linus in his quest for The Great Pumpkin. He sheepishly walked into the door with this:
And this.
Oh, and what would a makeshift greenhouse be without this?
He claims the wattage on the latter item is too great for growing pumpkins and he has threatened to swap it out for a smaller one on Craigslist. You know. That one website where people come to your home to buy the item.
“THE ONLY LORD THAT I ALLOW IN OUR HOUSE IS JESUS!!” I proclaimed.
Evidently, one Drug Lord’s bust is another Pumpkin Grower’s dream.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 