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New year, new me. Hey guys,

blood arrived 2019 was full of so many highs and so many lows.

But with my baby by my side, I could weather any storm from having the most successful podcast

on the charts to being deleted from Instagram three times and weathering quite a few digestive

triumphs and tribulations. 2020 is my year and I just know it. You are a content 2019.

You're going to be a content 2020. No one cares about your top nine. New year, same bitch. Hi

everybody. So I am actually just about to leave for a trip to the Bahamas. Hala fucking Luria.

So this is an episode that we recorded pre 2020 when Stephanie Holman stood me up at my own

damn show and we had to do an impromptu employee year in review assessment and I don't even remember

how this episode went. I was in a white claw rage. So enjoy and I'll see you next week in 2020.

And let me tell you buckle the fuck up because I have a lot of things to say. Let me just leave

you with this because I'm glancing at it on my desk. You know, we're not gift people like me and

Andrew are not like big birthday Valentine's Christmas Hanukkah. We don't do that. We just are like

year round gift givers like, ooh, I saw this. This made me think of you blah blah blah.

Like I always say, if I really, really, really want something, I just go the fuck out and buy it

myself, which I love more than him buying me anything. So he came home yesterday and he goes,

hey, I got you something. Now call me crazy, but I'm thinking, hey, maybe he went and bought me a

beautiful piece of jewelry, maybe a bag that I've been subtly eyeing, maybe even just some flowers

or dark chocolate raisinets or frozen juniaments or I don't know something cute for the dog.

Oh no, this is my husband in a nutshell. He got me

medjet assistance so that I can be airlifted anywhere in the world if there's a disaster.

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