So to start off me, and my husbands whole family smoke, the fun kind of smoke. Out of all of us the SIL smokes the least cause she’s a SAHM and doesn’t like to have the effects of smoking while she’s a round her kids, she mostly does it when they get a childminder and have a decompression day/weekend so maybe once or twice a month. Meanwhile I have been known to smoke a lot only by my husband and can easily outsmoke alot of him and his family but I dont openly just say that because it’s embarrassing. I also almost exclusively used coulorful rolling papers and cards.
Sil also likes to host at her house quite a lot especially when the weather is nice so maybe like a bbq every weekend for the summer months, a family get together every month or so, a family reunion here and there, girls nights, movie marathon nights, you name it she does it. At her get togethers. me, my husband and his cousins will git to the end of her garden and smoke before going back to socialise.
At this point I’ve feel like I must disclose the at the end of her garden is also a big trampoline that stands on the grass next to a work out/ gaming shed. When we smoke it at the far end next to the trampoline at the end we kill it then flick the butt’s/ roaches under the trampoline.
So as anyone who currently lives in the UK knows, the wether is warming up quite nicely so SIL is once again hosting BBQs but she wanted to do a little garden clean up before hosting one so me and hubby go round on the weekend to help. SIL and I are just going over the flower beds and pulling up weeds, getting wine drunk while Hubby and BIL are mowing the grass, moving the benches around, Moving the BBQ and smoke drum and then finally the trampoline. So anyway while SIL and I are just chatting aimlessly while they move the trampoline and we hear a gasp followed by a clang on the ground. We look back and see my husband on all fours looking like he was struggling to breath so we run over and this mf is laughing his ass off. I look at my BIL and he’s just chuckling to himself while asking his head and pointing at where the trampoline used to be.
It was a pile of butt’s/ roaches scattered about like little rainbow pellets. Like massive. And they were mostly mine. 3 years of buts piled up just there.
SIL looks almost mortified but she’s laughing a bit aswell because she knew they were all mine, everyone does. My BIL in the midst of all of it let’s out a clas line.
“How are you smoking more than me in my own house?”
My husband starts laughing all over again. In the car ride over I had been saying how good I’ve been with the smoking and how i probably couldn’t smoke anyone under the table anymore, now they are laughing and mock carbon dating my butt’s as were clean them up. What’s worse is that at somepoint my MIL came over and SIL showed her the buts in a bag (we filled 2 Tescos bags) she just looks at it and says,
“Jesus Vantage you smoke like a chimney!” Now she’s laughing along.
By the end of the day my in-laws had now dubbed me Thomas the tank engine and I have a feeling I’m nkt living tgat down for a while.
TL;DR: Spent 3 years flicking my butts and roaches under trampoline at SILs house. SIL decides to clean garden and me and hubby go to help. SIL, BIL and hubby find my roach pile and laugh, MIL comes over and laughs too. I am now renamed Thomas the tank engine in the family group chat.