Brilliant Observations

This week we're coming in HOT with Missy's unpopular opinion, more Mormon "alt sex" acts and a hearty recap of Amy's colonoscopy. How's that for shits and giggles?

If you only knew. This week, we discuss the many twists and turns of planning for a whole new you in the coming new year. That, plus strangers removing their clothing to take a dump on the side of the highway. Which kind of feels like the same thing. 

A holiday pre-cap, yesteryear recap, and New Years claptrap all in one. In true Dickensian fashion, Missy is visited by the Ghost of Latkes Past. Amy continues the long slow march up Cookie Mountain (more than a thousand baked and counting). And everyone enjoys a few oddly timed cultural references to herpes, chlamydia, seasonal acne and our favorite, the Invisible Onion. Happy Holidays, everyone!

Behold, the magic of the Missy Gift. Join us, Dear Listener, as Amy bestolls the incandescent joy that is to experience such a miraculous treat. And reminds us all how much we truly suck at gift-giving in comparison. (Just in time for the holidays.)

It's Nostalgic Tales of Family Meals Past, Dear Listener, and we are here for it. Join us as we wander down a culinary memory lane that neither exists in reality nor disappoints. All that plus Thanksgiving holiday recaps, female eating disorders (don't worry, it's all judgy, no triggers) and a thoughtful reminder that self care shouldn't take all that much thought.  

Dear Listener... or should we say, Dear God, if you only knew what heroic lengths we went to to bring you the show this week. (Cue Melissa, "to what heroic efforts we went"...) Suffice it to say we're so grateful for you, we wouldn't dare leave you hanging on this, the week of thankie thankfulness.  To you we say, sincerely, thank you.  Happy Thanksgiving!

Sides, sides, everywhere are sides. From pepperoni stacks that are actually carrots to broccoli casserole, hassleback sweet potatoes and four kinds of dinner rolls, we're rolling through all the Thanksgiving prep that Wegman's can hold. 

Oh, dear. Our good friend "Joyce" accidentally overhears some eye-widening content incriminating — AHeM — involving her spouse. What should she do with this ill-begotten intel? And how long must she wait until her spouse spills the beans?   Odds are Joyce explodes before we ever find out.   Also covered is the high cost of low brow comedy, frequency of bathing, participation trophy walkathons and...

From Thanksgiving pregaming to Marvel-inspired spiritual exploration, we dig in on lots of fronts simultaneously this week. And we even manage a Lyrical Gangsta Challenge for Missy. What more could you possibly want? Oh, right. Cover art. Soon, kittens. Very soon. 

42 Seconds of Comedy Gold Not gonna lie. Your best bet this week is to skip ahead to minute 42:22 and let it rip. We dare you to listen without literally wetting your pants.   You're welcome.   Also covered this week are college kid visits, broken Stuart, Snyders Itty Bitty pretzel love, blood drives, Halloween lawn ornaments, strange encounters with podiatrists, Missy's socially underdeveloped ne...

Jews are #Awesome. We love the Jews. Jewy Jewy Jeweee-Juuweeeeee!  Tattoo artists? Not so much.  It's a love-hate episode this week, team, so pepare yourself for some high opinions.  Hopefully we brought you a laugh or three this week — Lord knows we certainly couldn't stop laughing. So if we did, please tell a friend to give us a listen. You can find and share any of our episodes on your favorite...

Billion Dollar Pinkie Oh, Lizzo. Is there nothing you can't improve simply by sticking it in your mouth? Thought so. Clutch your antique white plantation pearls, gang! We're going full Lizzo on the crystal flute nonsense (spoiler alert in case you're new: we're definitely Team Lizzo).   Missy shares her favorite fears for our entertainment. And Amy tests the market with her newly available (and de...

Show notes soon, dear ones. For now, our hearts and our antics are with the good people of Florida. Here's hoping this episode brings you a pleasant distraction as you weather the worst of the storm.