This is exactly right.

I woke up this morning. As y'all might know, we do some remote shows and we do some live shows.

And today is a remote show with a wonderful guest. And so, internet at your house, not a big deal.

Everyone's got it. If not, you got a hotspot. I don't have a hotspot yet.

The hot spot is my coochie. That's a hot spot. Sometimes the hotspots are under my arms. Like now, ooh, baby. I went from lavender, patchouly to red onion real quick. Because I didn't have any internet, and I didn't know why. Right. And so I Googled a bunch of numbers. The first number I called, the customer service number that came up, was like, congratulations, girl, you won like a medic alert bracelet. I said, what in the shark tank? Get the fuck out of here. What? I hate, why does everyone try to sell you something you don't fucking need? Okay? That's what love is for. Are you serious?

And so, yeah, I'm dropping, I'm dropping all a bunch of crumbs to get to the crazy person's house.

So, um, hold on everybody.

Do you have a seatbelt extender?

Because we're going for a fucking ride.

Okay.

Welcome to adulting everybody. Yes. This is my co-from-Go with Shelby Toe.

It is. I am.

Nothing's happened to her today.

She's had a very chill morning.

And I think, what, you poach some eggs, you had them in bed.

There were birds on your windowsill, and then all hell broke loose.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I am okay. It's one of those moments where you really have to decide who you're going to be.

You always put things like that. I love it.

Do you know what I mean? Like you really have to dig deep and think, okay, how do I get through this?

Because for me, when I'm stressed and I don't have the answer, it feels like I'm in a panic room. It feels like I'm that third grader again that doesn't understand the word problems and a pop quiz. I'm like, I have no direction, no directive. I don't know what I'm doing. And so this bitch knew that I called the wrong number and she's doing the fucking thing. And I said, you know what? I wish better for you because I know this isn't the job that you want to do. And I hung up the phone. Bitch, don't come for me unless that's for you, NeNeely. Thank you so much. Real housewise will never be the same. The fucking buffoonery. So anyways, I finally found a number where I was talking to somebody.

And, you know, slow was not the word.

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