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