This episode is a real mixed bag. Amy wins the year’s best dressed at the office, and she’s only worked there for two months. This week brings very sad news for Amy’s family. Which brings us to the story of her trip to New York with a nine-year-old and an eleven-year-old. She really brings the 80s dad energy on this trip. Get ready for a full New York trip rant. Trials she endured on the trip: trying to explain religious reverence to a child, ordering food and drink no one ate or drank (You don’t like tomatoes? You ordered a BLT bitch!), a child getting stuck in a revolving door, a frostbitten toe, canceled flights, and helping her adult son with double pink eye 1000 miles away. Maya learns about Jelly Cats. Finally, thanks to canceled and delayed flights, Amy just barely makes it to a funeral on time, wearing dirty trip clothes.

Amy braves a blizzard to see Wicked For Good. Then she wandered her new house like a ghost from the Victorian age trying to motivate to unpack boxes. Maya is so over Avatar. How many of these is James Cameron going to make? Enough already! Amy reviews a rom-com she hasn’t seen. The ladies trade notes on Micheal Jackson movies. Maya reviews the Eddie Murphy documentary. Animal Report: The loneliest whale. Also, Did you know deep sea is the new space? Why are we still trying to send people’s bodies into space? Also, Amy changes her mind about possums.

Amy reviews a new food product. She also loves having modern appliances, but what is convection even for? Maya tips Amy to a new band, Maple’s Pet Dinosaur.

Amy moves houses, and it’s a whole thing. Turns out the movers she hired weren’t that into moving. They also moved the donation pile to the new house and let the dog escape. And then, to add insult to injury, Amy accidentally dosed herself. The good news is she loves her new house! Concert Report: Khruangbin at First Avenue. So many people passed out. Also, a guy asked about piss bags. What?!?!? Long story short, this show slapped. The ladies review Lily Allen’s new album, West End Girl, where she tells ALL the details of the demise of her marriage to David Harbour. It’s literally the most salacious, scathing indictment set to music ever made. Do not stop, do not pass go, listen to this immediately.