Ever wake up with a hangover, a cat giving you side-eye, and a crime scene in your own shower? Jack did. And the prime suspect may—or may not—be the blonde from last night…or his cat…or literally anyone.

In this episode, I share the absurd origin story of my very first whodunit: “Hairy-Backed Jack and the Case of the Missing Blow-Up Doll.”

It’s equal parts Agatha Christie spoof, Sedaris-style confession, and an ode to that strange little monkey in my brain that coughs up stories at 6 a.m.

Easter brunch gone sideways, boardwalk fries, and a reunion years in the making. Turns out the plan is never the plan—it’s what happens on the way. And sometimes, the best surprise is realizing you don’t have to go anywhere. You’re already home.

Abu Dhabi marble floors + Delaware attic stairs + Tampa toilet tissue + Hours of therapy = Proof that healing comes with humor.

This is the ultimate bathroom saga with heart - because sometimes life hands you roses… and sometimes it hands you a toothpaste box when the roll runs out.

This isn’t a full episode—it’s just a taste.

A taste of laughter.

A taste of chaos.

A taste of cactus. 🌵

Pull up a chair—you’ll laugh, you’ll sigh, you’ll maybe even snort.

Welcome to Kicking That Kactus, Season One: From the Attic with Love.