This made my day. Mostly because I’ve been to all of those Bath & Body works and she is dead-on about places being DEAD during Packers’ games, but also because goddamn Jen’s name tag features quotes.

I have a Pistol Annies Pandora station that also happens to play the UBER classics frequently (Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, etc.). It’s my favorite. It’s really a shame the female artists aren’t getting played on the radio. The lyrics are overwhelmingly more nuanced than most of what’s being promoted right now.

A . . . a book spreadsheet?

Anyone else stuck on the “everything bagel with blueberry cream cheese” thing? I mean, clearly dude has issues, but . . . no.

I just flat-out bawled like a baby during the last episode’s lake gallivanting. I mean, really. Just all the feels, pouring out of my eyes.

For some reason, I caught part of a radio interview with him. He seemingly ADORES Reba McIntyre. To the point that, when asked what a girl could do with him for the “perfect” date, his first response was, “Be Reba McIntyre.” So, there’s that . . .

It cut out for me there, too. I’m glad someone cleared that up, but yeah - either way - BFD, dude.

I don’t think he CAN “not be such a turd.” Good Lord. This was perfection!

GUYS. This is LITERALLY the next town over from my even-tinier home town. Woooooooooooooo! I have nothing of actual importance to add.

What I love about this: the blatant “yeah, I’m the shit” vibe. What I love even more about this: it totally feels like something me and my BFF would make a really bad video to while getting ready to go out and raise hell.

Dammit, Wisconsin. Stop trying to be the Florida of the upper midwest.

So my boss has been dragging his feet on my TWO raises I’m owed. I didn’t know of this song until I was talking about the issue with my brother and he sent me a link to the original.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck this guy.

But I don’t . . . just . . . WHY?! WHY NO RENEW?!

A Missouri man named James B. Horn is on the run after keeping his “girlfriend” in a wooden box for four months.

Oh, Johnny Weir. Never change. Don’t you EVER change.

My not-so-hidden inner-band-geek just rejoiced. I’m not a huge fan of public proposals, typically, but if you coordinate with a marching band? I’m down. Now, if you single out the battery? I’m all over that shizz.

I stayed up to watch the immediate re-air SPECIFICALLY for this scene. I loved everything - EVERYTHING - about Peggy in that moment.

And all I can think of is how much Rand Paul’s version of Eli Gold must have reacted . . . (need to feed my TGW addiction soon).

Not gonna lie: I love me some diamonds. (Disclaimer: I’m an April baby. Also, shiny.) However, in my own view, there is a certain point after which a diamond just looks completely fake. Like, you look at it and it’s almost lost its beauty because it’s so ridiculous.