Dear Paul, I’m Sorry

Welp, Daddy Paul is upset with me and I don’t know if he’ll ever recover. The cut was deep, and now all I can do is publicly apologize. But anyways, we’re back and on our bullshit. Or maybe not. Because I cannot get it together lately. We talk Polly Pockets, and other small things to choke on. I’m Costco’s newest fan, however I’ll be avoiding banana nut bread for awhile. What does Brian McKnight have to do with this episode? Have you ever had to get naked in front of a stranger? AKA a doctor. Paul ruins my punch lines as a form of protest, and we talk first time with steroids, and Michelin star restaurants. Again, I don’t know how we got here.

 

Oh yeah, and I’m hosting a ladies brunch at Fitzgeralds on Sunday, December 10th! You gotta listen for the details obviously, but sexy Santa and his friends will be there, plus it’s the day after my birthday and I want to celebrate with the girls!