Dear Amy Poehler,
Hi! Happy Birthday, lady! It’s your cake day and I hope you’re having plenty of it, with the libation of your choice in abundance. You only get one birthday a year, I understand, so I always look at it as an opportunity to be indulgent with myself. (I don’t have to cook on my birthday, do I? Thank you for cooking for me. I don’t have to wash the dishes on my birthday, do I? Aww, thank you for washing them for me. I don’t have to put the dishes away, do I?) You see what I mean. It’s important to feel important on your birthday.
This is also a thank-you note. If I hadn’t you in my life, Amy Poehler, I would not have been able to suffer through last night’s Republican debates without popping a blood vessel, nor would I have been able to put together a lucid sentence about why I was upset. Your advice to Smart Girls and Women in General and your Leslie Knope sensibilities are the way I want my head and heart to work all the time, not after I’ve blown a gasket and picked up the (messy) pieces with regret. I love that both my Daughters are well-versed in Poehlerisms (not trademarked! Please use it if you’d like!) and are much smarter and mature than I ever was at their age, because they have a role model in you.
So Happy Happy Birthday, and thanks for being so cool.
Tea and Sarcasm