Snacks and Sarcasm

Every October I swear I’m going to keep it simple — and then suddenly I’m knee-deep in felt, hot glue, and questionable life choices.

This week I’m sharing my chaotic DIY Halloween moments — from the infamous Slinky Dog felt fiasco to the time I went full-on Mayor from The Nightmare Before Christmas (while pregnant, of course).

Moral of the story? Go big. Wear the costume. And maybe keep the glue gun on standby.

Ever walked into a spice shop and thought, ‘This is who I am now’? Same. In this episode, I dive into my latest obsession — spices — and help you find out what spice you are using a completely scientific (aka: not at all scientific) quiz. So grab your cinnamon, channel your inner paprika, and let’s get a little spicy.

Got unbanned from volunteering, overcommitted immediately, and somehow ended up chaperoning 8th graders in a red skull shirt. My comeback tour might be short-lived… but at least it’s memorable.

What started as a sister bonding trip to IKEA turned into an epic showdown with a futon that clearly had a personal vendetta. There were tears, laughter, questionable instructions, and maybe a few choice words in Swedish. The futon may have fought back… but we fought louder.

Turns out my true nemesis wasn’t chaos… it was ice cream. 🍦 This week, I share the tragic tale of how I discovered dairy and I are officially enemies. Grab a snack (preferably one that won’t betray you) and join me for the drama.

Episode 2: DIY or Die Trying—aka the bathroom saga. I started with confidence, ended with chaos, and somewhere in between became enemies with tape. Spoiler: I’m still finding paint under my nails and dignity down the drain.

Ever launch a podcast… with your mic off? Yeah, that happened. Welcome to the chaos — this first episode is all about starting before you’re ready, laughing through the mess, and remembering that perfect is boring. Grab your snack and let’s do this.

Episode 13 is here, which already feels like a risk — so naturally we’re talking superstitions.
From lucky charms and unlucky moments, black cats, spilled salt, and why some people walk around like magnets for miracles while others… get pooped on by bats.

Is luck real? Are we cursed? Or are we just dramatic? (Don’t answer.)