Limited Tickets to Heaven

Be Careful What You Wish For

Dee Dee turns 40 and returns from her Hawaiian getaway insisting the “free” resort extras were, in fact, free—until real life sends the bill, complete with a kid’s chipped tooth. In true birthday-girl fashion, she’s laughing through it, sharing what she’s welcoming and letting go in the decade ahead. Meanwhile, BB confesses she may have manifested a tick in her kid’s ear (oops), and the gals dive into travel highs/lows, one-trick-pony lip routines, and why “be careful what you wish for” keeps proving itself. Cheers!

Limited Tickets to Heaven

BB and Dee hit record with zero gear and maximum chaos. From the wild moment a skipper says “don’t jump in after your kid” to a quick detour offshore, we spin into the greatest conspiracies of all time—what you believe, what you don’t, and what you can actually control. We unpack the 144,000 “tickets to heaven,” the so‑called tick‑breeding theory, and share non‑expert pro tips we picked up while learning about nuclear war, bunkers, and wildfire survival. We hope you life because well YOLO.

The Death Binder

A short, off-the-rails lunch chat. We unpack single ladies “date” requests to fix her brakes, our dying wishes, cemetery tree forests, and the oddly satisfying wet dream of a perfectly organized death binder. Short, sweet, a little spicy.

Autopay or Birkin Bag

Think success is a mansion or birkin bag? Think smaller — like autopay kicking in while you sip coffee and your brain stops hijacking your sentences. In this episode we unpack the odd little metrics that actually make life feel successful. We riff on childhood comparisons — the kid who owned a whole hill and our tiny paperbacks of envy — why our minds derail mid-sentence, and how to trade the scoreboard of “more” for the radical success of genuinely being happy for others. Wild idea, right?

Nah, that gives me the ICK.

Buckle up for a cheeky, short-and-sweet episode where we pin the icks on everyone else—mostly our husbands, occasionally the kids. If “moist” makes you twitch, then “nah” is BB’s kryptonite — cringe in glorious stereo. Sorry, not sorry. We serve a top-notch, highly unqualified recap of “the Coachella” (two middle-aged women, YouTube, zero credibility, maximum shade). Lots of giggles, as it should be.