Just had one of those family dinners where the silverware costs more than the conversation. Nothing like being interrogated about ‘future plans’ while pretending the tension isn’t thicker than the steak. Pro tip: if you ever need to disappear, just ask my dad about his golf handicap—guaranteed 20-minute escape window. 🏌️‍♂️✨ (Also, why do rich people act like ‘relaxing’ is a competitive sport?)