Dear Tina Fey
Dear Tina Fey,
It has been documented several times already on our very young blog, as well as on our other, less classy blog, that we love you. We love you because you are pretty and smart and funny and geeky and that is pretty much perfect for us. We sometimes argue over which of us you would like more. You may think we are kidding, but we are not. In fact that is pretty much the only thing Amy and I fight about, except occasionally over where to go to eat dinner.
(I bet you and I would never argue over where to eat dinner.)
But what it comes down to is that we love you because we want to be more like you. Very funny, very smart, very nerdy, and writing for a funny, smart, nerdy television show. (And we wouldn’t mind being smoking hot as well.) If we ever have babies we want them to have role models like you.
In this picture, from an ad in Vanity Fair for American Express, there are so many examples of why we find you freakin’ awesome.
1. The MacBook. We have MacBooks too! I just got mine! Do you use iTunes too? Where is your iPod? What is on your iPod? Do you have secret guilty stuff on there, like the new Britney Spears song?
2. The adorable child who hangs out in your office and is using the MacBook and who isn’t dressed in stupid frilly clothes. Your daughter is a-freakin-dorable. We are a little concerned that she appears to be taking hair styling tips from Jimmy Fallon, however.
3. The desk that is more like a table. Just like mine! Except mine came from Ikea and yours probably came from some store where people with more money and better taste shop.
4. Chattery teeth on the desk. Classic, classic, comedy.
5. You ain’t no neat freak. We aren’t either, which anyone who has visited our apartment could tell you. Especially our office. In fact, I am writing this from my couch right now because the office is too messy to deal with.
Okay, so it may seem like we are a little obsessive here, but trust us, Tina Fey, we are not crazy. We just think you are the greatest. We’d love to have Octopus Time with you and I totally don’t mean that in a dirty way. But maybe it’s better if we never meet, because if you were mean to me I would never forgive myself.
Stay righteous, Tina Fey.
Lori
P.S. One more thing. Do you have cats? I bet you have cats. We have cats! We’ve decided that someday, when we get a new cat, we are going to name her Tina Fey. Not Tina, but Tina Fey. Then we are going to get a slightly smaller cat with rumpled hair and name her Amy Pohler. Then we will build them a tiny Weekend Update desk and …. Wait. I’ve said too much, haven’t I?
Tina Fey, 30 Rock, Amy Pohler, Vanity Fair, American Express, Octopus Time
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