The following podcast is a dear media production. This weekend I had a dinner potty for Andrew, like 12, 14 people, closest friends, you know, I got the table

class, I rent to the chairs, I did the whole thing. I made a gorgeous

spread and by me I mean Chef Willie Baldwin, shout out. he made like a New York steak with a chimney

chury okay a like herb-crusted salmon of with a caper remoulade, roasted potatoes, an arugala ferro salad with like watermelon

radish, caramelized, mushroom onion, flatbreads, a barada crustini and then this dumb bitch

high-tailed it to an Albertsons and got just the grossest display of tacky cupcakes, highs and lows, baby. I like a tacky birthday cake. I think it's funny, I think it's niche, I think it's Kish. You know? I did a martini bar with vintage assorted martini glasses with a variety of

vodkas and gins with every topic known to mankind. Okay, you got to have your

cocktail on it, you got to have your regular olive. You have to have your blue cheese olive. You have to have a cucumber, a lemon, and a lime. Just it covers every fucking base. So, know Andrew was feeling herself and I could see that

the tequila was flowing there were cigarettes door dashed to the home, which is the whole other fucking story.

And, you know, the evening started to pop off around 10.30. I look over at Andrew,

who's looking like Gary Busey at this point and I think, huh, someone is going to have to wake up with the

fucking baby who is also ruining my life this week because, God took him to the doctor on Wednesday he's got a

fucking ear infection now we can't get a break okay like it is viral city up in this

house we've got ear aches colds, coughs, it's fucking annoying, okay?

And Little Gypsy Rose, aka my son Clyde,

he likes amoxicillin, okay?

He likes tammaflu, he likes aylenol, he likes a motrin, and I'm kind of like granola adjacent.

I don't think I've ever even been on antibiotics, okay? Like I'm not, I take nothing. I don't have, before giving birth and before having a baby,

I didn't have a doctor, okay? My last, the last doctor I saw was my pediatrician,

who is now my son's pediatrician.

So I take a hands-off approach to modern medicine, but this fucker, it's just every day is something real life

ruiner I called Max and I was like I don't know what to do Max goes is it too late for the

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