Oh, Jemima Kirke, thank you. THANK YOU. You have brought laughter and joy into my home this morning. You are like Stephen Colbert: You just made me laugh so hard that I snorted Croissan’wich up my nose and also I think I love you:
Related: I can not WAIT to see the dance routine that surely — SURELY! — accompanies this. Certainly, there will be twirling and also kicking and perhaps some shimmying and I suspect it will end in the splits. Which I just typed as “the splots,” which it will probably also involve — if the splots are what I hope they are, namely splits that you find yourself in as a result of all the plotzing you’re doing. Splotz in good health, precious treasure, and never stop doing what you do.