Let me start off by first saying, it’s not what you think.
Honestly.
This post is going to be a quick, family story, about how a harmless little cabinet became known in our household as, ‘The Marijuana Cabinet.’
A Birthday Present Gone Somewhat Wrong…
Sometime in the first few years of our marriage, my husband Brian asked for a cabinet for his birthday. He was thinking we needed something to hold our small collection of movies.
I’m sure Brian had other items on his birthday list, but my mom saw a cabinet in a Fingerhut magazine and decided that she found the perfect cabinet for him.
When the package arrived at her house, the box did not have a picture, but was clearly labeled ‘cabinet.’ There was no need to open the box, so she simply wrapped it up so that it was ready for his birthday. She was ahead of the game, so to speak, and fairly proud of herself.
The party day arrived and it was time to open gifts.
I can’t remember what we ate that day, nor can I remember any of the other presents Brian received.
I do, however, remember Brian opening the gift from mom to find a cute, wooden cabinet, the perfect size to hold movies, with very feminine ivy scrolling all over the front.
Did I mention it had a cute little heart cut-out directly in the center of the doors at the base?
My dad said something cheeky like, “that’s pretty, Brian!”
“It’s very cute,” my brother commented with a grin.
Brian smiled at my mom, (he always had a soft spot for her), and said, “It’s perfect.”
Mom returned the smile and said, “Maybe we can call it a Marijuana cabinet. That’s manly.”
And that, my friends, is how I met… I mean, how we ended up with a cabinet we call, ‘The Marijuana Cabinet.’
20 Years and Still Serving It’s Purpose
This particular cabinet is not high quality stuff. It’s one of those ‘piece together’ specials where you take side A and side B and attach with little pegs to bottom C.
Nevertheless, the little brown cabinet is sturdy and serves it’s purpose well. There’s a top drawer that we use as a ‘catch-all’ spot for decks of cards, small flashlights, paperclips, and old remotes that we have no idea what they go to.
Occasionally one of the kids will ask, “Mom, do we have any AAA batteries? I can’t find any in the junk drawer.”
“Go check the Marijuana Cabinet,” I’ll respond. “There may be some in there.”
Another time it may be Keegan asking, “Do we have The Chamber of Secrets on DVD?”
Khloe will answer, “It’s in the Marijuana Cabinet.”
It gives me a moment’s pause, but then I smile and continue on with what I’m doing.
I’m waiting for the day I get a phone call from one of the schools regarding The Marijuana Cabinet.
One of the kids may mention the cabinet to a teacher and not quite fully explain it. If that day arrives, I’ll tell the story with a smile.
As life continues on, and Brian and I buy new furniture, take old items to Goodwill, burn the random broken chair, the Marijuana Cabinet stays put.
It won’t last forever, but it continues to make us smile and remember a moment that was an excellent example of Mom’s sense of humor and harmless habit of not always paying attention to details.
Sometimes, it’s the small things that matter.
Goals for Today:
- Organize my Kitchen Bookshelf
- Clean the Bedroom
- Sort Through the Drawer in the Marijuana Cabinet