Brownies for my Sister

Last night, I gave my fifteen-year-old sister a small piece from my brownies and didn't tell her what's in them. Soon after (sooner than I thought actually) she was laughing and telling stories comparable to the Mad Hatter. She was literally rolling on the floor laughing. But it wasn't really physiologically obvious that she was high, so nobody in the house suspected, everybody thought that she was just happy. I don't know what time she went to bed because she locked herself up in her room with the laptop, but she most certainly had a good night's sleep. And I know this because she overslept. She almost simultaneously opened her eyes and wore her uniform when she woke up this morning, and then went straight off to school. She was excused the first period because she was told that her eyes were reddish and everyone thought she's got sore eyes. She was allowed to go back to class when her eyes went back to its normal color. HA! So that's my sister in brownies. I'm not giving her anything ever again. HA!

I'm sho shleepy.