Welcome to Unspeakable, a true crime podcast where I tell stories of real crimes with real victims,

whose cases are so shocking that many are left wondering, how is this even real?

I use my experiences in law enforcement, corrections, and combined with my years as a criminal justice educator, dig deep into complex cases of evil acts.

Some so evil, many feel they are unspeakable.

Warning, unspeakable is intended for mature audiences.

If you are easily offended, then I'm not your girl. Listening discretion is advised. Hey y'all. KJ here back for another episode. What's going on with you? Listen, I'm not proud of myself, but I have to tell y'all a story. Now, if you're friends with me in real life, then you're going to already know this one, but I have got to share it with the listeners, because honesty is the best policy. And I just need you to know that my grandmother invited me to the nursing home to her Christmas party. This was last week. And so I went. And I was so happy to be there. I was going to tear it down. I was going to roll her around in her wheelchair. We're going to have a great time. Well, during the time that I was there, I started smelling something that smelled bad.

And y'all, I don't like stinky. And so I looked over my grandma. I said, what is that smell? And she looked at me and she said, why would I know? And I said, well, I don't know, but I keep smelling it when I'm near you. And she said, it was not mean. You better watch your mouth. So I walked away. And then sure enough, I smelled it again. So it couldn't have been my grandma. So I look over my kids. And I'm like, quit farting on me, y'all. You're ruining my time here. I'm trying to enjoy, you know, my grandma, blah, blah, blah. And so they started fussing at me and saying it wasn't me. Long story short, y'all, I blamed everybody in that nursing home.

I started looking at random old ladies and being like, I'd enjoy, you know, my grandma, blah, blah, blah. And so they started fussing at me and saying it wasn't me.

Long story short, y'all, I blamed everybody in that nursing home.

I started looking at random old ladies and be like, I think it's her.

She stinks.

Y'all, I got so mad we left.

We got in the car.

We started driving home and I smelled it again.

And that's when I started realizing I had done something that I cannot believe I forgot,

but I had pockets, you know, on my jacket that I wore, and they were serving us snacks,

and nobody was eating the broccoli or the carrots. And, you know, I said to myself, self,

your pet squirrel Joe would love this broccoli. So I wrapped it up and I'd stuck it in my pockets.

And that's what I was smelling. And I'm so embarrassed, but I need to apologize to everyone at the

nursing home and to my kids and quite possibly

to my husband for blaming them for stinking, and it was me with the broccoli in my pocket.

So now you know, forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned, and now I have shared that, so we're

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