Do you feel that. THAT is warmth coming through the weekdays and a hopeful sign that winter is finally behind us. Wait. No. I just looked at the weather for this week and it's forty nine degrees on Tuesday and eighty degrees on Friday. OK. We are going to pause all of this for a few months and come back when we can all agree on what season we are in.
Happy Summer.

Hello, Dear Listener. I'm not sure I've told you this yet but did you ever know that you're our hero? You show up every week and judge us quietly from the privacy of your home. For that we are grateful. As a THANK YOU, we present you with this week's offering of laughter and bitching. Cheers To You!

Spirit Airlines, Nightmares & Picasso.
Once again, we are all over the map in this week's episode.
Would you have it any other way?
Exactly.
Welcome to the Pod!

Welcome to The Ballroom! Today's theme is APNEA REALNESS. Show us what you've got. Walk the runway. Activate the CPAP machine. NOW DIP!

It's the episode you have waiting for. It's six years in the making and this special guest makes his debut in front of the DEAR POD microphone. Grab the kiddies. Pour a drink. Get comfortable. For you are about to experience the GREATEST GUEST IN DFEAR POD HISTORY!
Erin is here, too.

Shoutouts this episode to @rachelbrosnahan, @tomhanks, Spike @thehulagirls and Anders @AndersErickson

OK, Dream with me. The Maha'a Tiki Bar just inherited five million dollars. The world is our oyster. Besides the obvious Velvet Elvis that we are going to commission for behind the bar, how else are we going to blow out this bar to piss off our neighbors?
God, I love this game.
Welcome to the Lounge!

Per Patty's lead, we will be taking a Black Light to the Maha'a Tiki Bar. We don't know what we will find, but sure enough, it will not end well. Come on in. Take a seat. Wait. No. Not on that couch. Trust me. You'll thank me later.

Let's warm up those vocal cords before we all launch into this week's "mini-sode". We're singing songs that make no sense but who cares. We've got commitment behind our eyes and in our voices. Sure, our mothers had no idea what "Afternoon Delight" meant when they were singing it to us with the radio while they were packing up our school lunches. It doesn't matter. They were committed and off-key. Exactly what we needed it to be.