This week at the table, we kick things off with a fiery Am I the Asshole? that has us divided — should you give up your hard-earned window seat on a flight just because someone asks nicely? Spoiler alert: opinions are loud and legroom is sacred.

From there, we wander (as we do) into the deeply philosophical territory of… urinal cake-scented gum, weird childhood memories, and who actually has the right to say “you’re Mexican.” Let’s just say this episode comes with some unexpected identity plot twists, sibling interruptions, and our usual dose of laughter and side-eye.

Grab a seat — preferably by a window — and join us for another Sunday Family Dinner where the stories are real, the judgments are strong, and no one is safe from being called out.

Pull up a chair—just don’t sit in Kelly’s spot. This week’s dinner feels a little different with our sister missing from the table, and we’re feeling it. But the show (and the meal) must go on.

In this episode, the men of the family hold it down as best they can. We open with a tough update about Kelly’s dog, Nola, who gave everyone quite a scare (yes, even the cat got emotional). There’s tenderness, tech advice from ChatGPT mid-crisis, and the kind of storytelling that somehow makes you laugh while wiping your eyes.

From unexpected compassion to classic family tangents, this one serves up heart, humor, and that unmistakable Sunday Family energy—even if someone forgot to bring the rolls again.

Allergies? Activated. Drama? Unavoidable. Chaos? Oh, it's present and accounted for.

This week, we're sneezing our way through sibling shade, sniffling, and one very judgmental dog in a sweater. There's talk of favoritism (again), attempts at podcast structure (lol), and a brief detour into drag girdles.

Mom’s fed up, someone’s feelings get singed, and we’re not sure if the tears are from emotion or seasonal pollen. Either way—it’s messy, it’s loud, and it’s very us.

Pull up a chair. Blow your nose first.