On our way up to the rooftop terrace of the Hay-Adams for a site visit Saturday we were let in on a little secret. The night before, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie had a private dinner up there. Frankly it comes as no surprise to me that we share similar proclivities as the Hollywood It Couple. We were just the other day talking about adopting four kids from um, whatever country it is that they keep buying babies from. Physically speaking we’re total doppelgangers. And when we want to cook something, we don’t even turn the stove on, we just level our smoldering gazes at the food. Oh and he dumped that chick from Friends to start dating me. (That poor lamb is so unlucky in love.) I’ve got to go. I’m trying to figure out where we can pay $5,000 for a private dinner tonight.
Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Or, Why We = Brangelina