So in honor of the Mishapocalypse, I hid photos of Misha all over my house
Here’s some of my personal favorites:
Missing Misha? There’s an app for that
Oh hey Misha! Enjoying some of my treats I see!
I’m not going to even say anything
"Oh you’re looking beautiful!" OH WAIT, IT’S JUST MISHA
"Hey, what time is it?" "Half-past Misha"
You could say he’s really become part of our family
"Thirsty? How ‘bout a nice refreshing cup of Misha?"
And as an ode to his stint as his intern, Misha got to co-write Bill Clinton’s autobiography