You know you're a stoner when you get pissed when you have to bundle up to take the dog outside, but you will willingly put even more clothes on later so you can walk 8 blocks to the 24-hour supermarket to get vanilla and milk so you can make homemade snow ice cream.
Also, you know you're a stoner when you take the longer route home from the supermarket so you can see the square all lit up with Christmas lights, but you get so wrapped up in "Free Bird" (good choice, iPod shuffle mode) that you realize when you get home that you didn't look at any of the lights because you were too busy air-guitaring.
Both of these happened to me tonight, lol, and it was all after 2 a.m., too.
(I'm also pretty sure I saw a ghost... although it definitely could have been the

.)