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As part of the celebration, Jen and I are highlighting our favorite posts from each other. Last night I spent hours going through everything and laughing hysterically, and I’ve narrowed down my favorite Jen posts to three types:
Posts with interactions between her and Fletch
Posts when Jen is mad or has an enemy
Posts when Jen spontaneously and wholeheartedly throws herself into a project
I Love Me Some Jen & Fletch
I think we can all agree on how much we love Jen and Fletch. I mean, I’d do anything for a Jen and Fletch sitcom — how great would that be? It’d be like The King of Queens meets I Love Lucy, with a little Edith & Archie and George & Weezy thrown in.
One of my favorite stories is when she was pretty sure Fletch bought ladies’ sandals but didn’t want to discourage him from wearing them because she was so delighted by it. The way she described how fussy Fletch is about his feet had me rolling.
Fletch would be more likely to stroll down the street butt-ass naked than he would be to go without shoes. His feet do not even touch the carpet in the morning; they go straight into hard-soled slippers…
The result is, his feet are healthy and pink and soft, with high arches and fully reticulating toes…
When I say soft, I don’t mean “not rough.” I’m talking babies’ butts and chinchilla and spun silk, like a real tactile experience…
And the reveal of Fletch wearing the sandals at the end of the post was a chef’s kiss. I remember making the thumbnail for it — I wanted people to know there would be a picture at the end, but I didn’t want to give it away, so I blurred it and put an emoji over it. It was such a fun post. This Substack is so fun.
Another favorite story is the time Fletch rearranged the medicine cabinet and Jen accidentally took dog tranquilizers for a week. She didn't know why she kept falling asleep, but eventually figured it out. (And of course Fletch denied moving anything around, because MEN.)
Nothing Is More Hilarious Than an Angry Jen
Nothing delights me more than when Jen is angry or has an enemy. From the story of the HOA board thinking she dumped grass near the pond to the woman selling ceviche out of her garage, I think we can all agree that an angry Jen is a wonderful thing to behold.
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