This week, Jeff and Rachael accidentally get carbon monoxide poisoning at work. They’re okay now, but at the time it felt more like “Are we insane?” than “Are we being poisoned?”

They talk about how subtle it was, why it took so long to realize it wasn’t just brain fog, and the moment it finally clicked that the problem was the air… not their mental stability.

Then, at an RV show, they’re repeatedly mistaken for a couple. Apparently just standing next to each other now gives off long-term commitment energy.

And finally (be honest), when you RSVP to something, how much of your excitement is about the free food? Because “light refreshments will be served” is doing a lot of heavy lifting.

Gas. Campers. Appetizers. A very normal week.

Is Jeff turning into a grumpy lake guy? He’s ready to evict a feral cat from his porch… even though the cat isn’t causing any trouble. Rachael decides if this is a real problem or just peak Jeff behavior.Then, a bold sports take sparks chaos. Jeff claims he could beat high schoolers in a sport. Rachael calls it delusional, admitting she couldn’t outrun anyone over the age of 8. Plus, another Universal Yums taste test! This time we head to Brazil, sampling snacks that surprise us, confuse us, and maybe shouldn’t exist.

Dancing With the Stars is hosting its first-ever convention and Jeff is deeply confused by the level of fandom. When did ballroom dancing become Comic-Con-adjacent? President’s Day is creeping up, which means Rachael is officially in couch-buying crunch time. The problem? Decision fatigue has fully taken over, and she’s considering keeping her current couch purely out of exhaustion. Is this relatable or just deeply neurotic?Then things take a turn with the invention of “smart” underwear that tracks gut bacteria by measuring your farts. Helpful? Maybe. Necessary? Questionable. And most importantly - who is touching these things? Because… no.We wrap things up by running through the pettiest things couples argue about, from leaving lights on to TV volume to the correct way to load the dishwasher. Maybe being single isn't so bad...