Hits, Misses & Hot Takes: Vol. 72

• Neon Gods book 10 of 10 is finally in our hands!

• This for my car. Bonus it also repels bugs.

• A new season of Greeking Out dropping in time for summer car rides.

• This pretty little thing

• Spritz Season*

• My go to college grad gift

• Amanda’s glam on the Summer House reunion, but her glam only

• These under white jeans

• The return of Love Island USA

• A stocked big kid bored box for Summer

• Keeping it low profile on our 8-foot ceilings

• Trying these in my journey to healthier nails

• This kind of jelly

• Georgia rocking the Babysitters Club on Audible. Not only am I here for the nostalgia, but there are over 120 titles available, and it’s narrated by Elle Fanning.

• The Mac Tabby Cat Cafe, to my complete shock. Ages 7+, you get one assigned hour, get there early to get a smoothie and a coffee, plan to grab tacos across the street after. It is insanely clean and I say that as someone who is allergic.

• *Spritz season being in Charlotte and not Greece. At least I won’t have a hangover.

• This being too small to hold my phone. I’m really bad at scale.

• Karamo Brown’s People tell all. Something about it all just feels…off. He has his own major platforms - socials and a daily TV show, why not speak freely there? Why wait until People paid him?

• My fingertips being wrinkly despite staying on dry land. Apparently, I need to drink (a lot) more water.

• Slime.

• Whatever in the fly-fishing lure is happening here

• Realizing how pale my legs are.

• Sprite + Tea?! Who greenlit that?

• Sending elementary schoolers home for Summer with their instruments. Recorders are a school grounds only kind of activity.

• The babydoll dress discourse. Let us (and Olivia) live.

I am prepared to be called a hater for this, but that’s why it’s called a Hot Take.

I think we need to cool it as a society on bringing dogs everywhere we go.

Last week I ran to Trader Joes (a Monday routine staple) and was in the produce section when I nearly tripped over a very small, very crusty white dog. I wasn’t aware we could bring our pets into grocery stores, but Trader Joe’s downtown is in a mixed-use area with lots of residential apartments and condos around so I’m sure it happens.

Anyways, as Mr. Tiny White Dog trotted off, not a single “service dog” designation in sight, I caught a glimpse of his back end.

And ya’ll, I kid you not, there was visible, dried, crusty poop on his butt fur.

Yes, I’m sure that’s what it was. Not, it was not mud. His feet were not impacted. Just his dingleberry hairs. Plain as day, out in the open, in the year of our Lord 2026, a dog was prancing through the produce section with his doo doo on display.

Please, for the sake of the produce and my eyeballs, let’s leave the doggies at home.