You absolutely should read Amy Poehler’s new memoir, “Yes Please.” (And while you’re at it, watch her recently concluded show, “Parks & Recreation.” Not only will it make the chapters about her co-stars from that show more relevant to you, it’s just a darn funny and well-written show.)

But let me save you some time and give you the takeaway right now: Amy Poehler and I are meant to be besties. Oh, and Tina Fey, too. Always Tina Fey. (Who also wrote a fabulous book recently, called “Bossypants.” Another excellent read.)

Speaking of bossiness, at one point in the book Poehler explains that when she calls a woman “bossy,” it isn’t an insult. This is one of myriad reasons I know we’d get along. To me, bossy is high praise. It’s just another way of saying “someone who gets sh*& done.” I’ve found that there are a lot of people in this world who need bossing, and therefore having an ample supply of “bossers” is critical. I, for one, am happy to oblige.

Other reasons we should be bosom friends (bonus points if you know the fabulous ’80s movie, based on an even more fabulous book, wherein this phrase was used): she also accidentally texts the person she’s talking about, instead of the person she means to be talking to (oops!); she’s a procrastinator who somehow always still manages to produce excellent work; and, most importantly, she enjoys making people laugh. (The key difference here is that she likes to be onstage making people laugh, whereas I am reduced to a state of panic at the mere thought of performing in front of large groups of people and therefore prefer to hide behind my pen. Or in this case, keyboard.)

We’re also both Massachusetts gals, so setting up a coffee klatch should be no problem. Have your people call my people,  Amy. (And by people, I mean me. I have no people. What do you think I am, a Hollywood star or something?)