You’d think knowing our time with Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, Seema, Lisa, Anthony, and the rest is running out would make me more forgiving of these final And Just Like That… episodes—but nope!

Anyway, this week’s episode gave us Thanksgiving-in-August energy, which I don’t actually mind. Here’s every single thought I had (no filter) about Season 3, Episode 11:

– What’s with this Nancy Meyers-style bakery aesthetic?
– Wait, I kinda recognize the baker!
– Is she the one who set her workplace on fire in 30 Rock?
– Aww, love that Carrie was a loyal pie customer during lockdown.
– I need a grumpy baker to be on my side like that.
– Okay, that’s enough pie talk for me.
– Love that a curly-haired fashion queen now lives in Carrie’s old apartment.
– It’s basically a legal requirement—one per unit!
– Carrie’s half-hearted commitment to Lisette’s pre-Thanksgiving party is so relatable.
– Wait, are Charlotte and Harry hosting?
– Does that mean we’re in for more of Harry’s… personal health updates?
– Oh, never mind—Miranda’s hosting.
– Focaccia stuffing with oysters and sage? Sounds fancy.
– Not as good as chorizo cornbread, but I’d try it.
– Rock looks amazing all dressed up for their school play!
– Charlotte, don’t make this weird about gender.
– Seriously, show, I’m not here for Charlotte’s existential crisis over Rock’s expression.
– Aww, a gay Italian Bergdorf’s proposal! Adorable.
– I need someone to call my writing “fluid and moving” too.
– “How is a woman alone in a garden a tragedy?” Hard agree. I’d kill for garden solitude instead of yelling at my dog to stop barking at squirrels.
– Miranda’s little lesbian tie? Cute.
– Girl, why would ambushing your son’s uninterested ex at Thanksgiving ever be a good idea?
– Seema and the hot (but stinky) landscaper showering together? Spicy!
– And now she’s meeting his sister? Even spicier!
– This guy is giving Aidan vibes, if Aidan were remotely my type.
– Actually, I’m into this storyline.
– Anthony, why are you sabotaging your perfect relationship?
– Do you… miss Stanford or something?
– Still don’t care about this comptroller subplot.
– Wow, Rock’s got serious musical theater chops!
– And they’re rocking that bob—not easy, speaking as a fellow bob-haver.
– Random perk of having kids: getting to see all their school plays. (Not sarcasm—I’d love that.)
– Herbert’s being kind of a jerk, right?
– Babe, it’s just a comptroller race—take it up with Brad Lander!
– Harry pulling the cancer card to skip Miranda’s Thanksgiving? Bold.
– Now Brady’s being a brat too?
– Men. Can’t live with them, can’t ditch them entirely and turn the show into a chic lesbian commune. (Or… can we?)
– Being Carrie’s realtor must be exhausting. Poor Seema.
– Then again, NYC real estate is always a drama fest.
– Who gets scared of coming home to an empty apartment?
– Yeah, I’m smugly coupled now, but I loved living alone.
– Carrie’s fiction is so bad.
– What even is this diet Jane Austen nonsense?
– That’s it?!
– See you next week for the series finale (!).