We're just six hours into my self-care weekend
and it's already a total bust.
Per usual, yet another one of my well-intentioned goals
just dies a— a painful d—
[Jazz screaming]
[Zoey] Oh my God!
Uh ...
Oh my God!
What happened?
Excuse you. What?
I thought we were practicing self-care.
Hmm.
Don't worry about them.
Okay.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty happy that the heat about inappropriate relationships is off me.
Oh.
What?
She's the one who brought up self-care at me, and I was just trying to stay on theme.
Wha—
It is not funny, guys.
It's kind of funny.
I do not know what the hell is so amusing about all this.
I mean, I just watched my little brother and one of my best friends
in the tub, doing God knows what to your feet.
Oh, I can tell you.
No!
