In this episode I get honest about things like Thanksgiving and the word "worship" (how do you pronounce it?).

Thanksgiving was... fine

As someone who likes to blabber, I found it quite restrictive not to be able to say how I really felt around a table of well-meaning Boomers. They were actually lovely people, I'm not dunking on them. Sometimes I feel like a refugee from a corrupt (but beautiful) country and visiting friends who still live there fills me with complicated feelings. I'm mostly glad kidlets got to have fun with extended family and long-time friends.

I apparently say "worship" wrong and I can't stop thinking about it.

My family probably thinks we're possessed by the devil.

Leaving Mormonism means that still believing friends and family may see you like you have zombie any fungus. No matter how happy you are, some Momos will always think Satan has deceived you and you aren't really happy. My life (and personality) is pretty much the same other than that I'm really rowdy now (if you consider having three cups of coffee on Saturday with my friend. Whoa buddy!).

My daughter found out she has a Muslim brother last week

Anybody looking to lowkey adopt a baby, I breakdown a rare lactation loophole I stumbled upon seven years ago. I describe how I used my mammary cannons to finally have a boy after giving birth to three daughters.

The best meal I've ever had might be salmon at a funeral.

I got fancy British COVID.

I lived in the UK from September to February, all the most charming months they have to offer. We got COVID right before Christmas. I guess if you're gonna get COVID, get the fancy British variety with its little monocle and top hat.

I sh*t on Instagram and TikTok Manifesters

Hatin' on the "Hey guys, it's Brinley. Just a reminder you have two weeks left to sign up for my 'Gurl. You Got This' course where we're gonna talk about how to totally dominate your social media in a way that builds fans, clients, and true disciples of your brand." **stabs pencil in eye*** **perishes from prolonged overexposure to unhealthy levels of hackney**

I need to go to this English wedding.

I'm sorry I wont stop talking about this, but I simply must witness the ties around the forehead and drunk uncles. MUST.

Neon Yellow Theory:

If the universe is gonna send me something, whomever's delivering it cannot miss me, even at night. What is looking for me will find me AND I can safely escort children through the crosswalk. Follow this space for when, on a future date, I announce my partnership with the Ann Taylor Rave Collection.

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