Spilling beach gossip before your coffee kicks in.
Flying low, reporting high.
Your Wednesday download, fresher than a bait cooler at 6 a.m.
Sassy, salty, and only slightly sunburned.
Back from the weekend, full of fries and gossip—here’s what you missed (and what’s next).
We don’t make the rules—we just report them, sass included.
Less sunshine and rainbows, more SPF and real talk.
It’s Wednesday on the sandbar, where the sunscreen’s melting, the tourists are lost, and someone’s definitely grilling in a thunderstorm.
It’s the kind of Tuesday that feels like Thursday, but with fewer snacks and worse drivers.
The fireworks are over, but the group texts about them aren’t.
No weather. No crime. Just fireworks and freedom. You’re welcome.
We sorted the storms, the sirens, and the suspicious seafood—so you don’t have to.
