
... I mean. Madam President, surely this was avoidable.

Madam Clarkson, YOU ARE MY PRESIDENT.

I assume BOTH jumpsuit legs are that wide, and the left side is just enjoying a moment of repose...?

Oh, boy. Love the shoes. Like the pattern. REALLY want to cut it off before the weird dust ruffle and lift off the sad clown ruff.

I always find turtleneck-but-no-socks to be a really curious personal-climate choice.

I find Greg Kinnear reassuring. Is that weird? There's just something agreeably competent about him. Greg is not going to drink the last Diet Coke and he might have some useful tax advice for you based on personal experience, though he'd be quick to tell you he's not an accountant and then maybe refer you to his. He'd make you a pretty good dinner but the sauce would come out a bit lumpy, but it wouldn't matter, because it would still taste good and who cares if it looks pretty. He'd give you some book recommendations and write down yours, and you'd play a kind board game -- not Cards Against Humanity, but something with words -- and you'd leave his company thinking, "Okay. It's okay. WE'RE GOING TO BE OKAY."
