Hey, Brad ... call me!
I love that it is 2:06 a.m. and I am completely like, OH, MY GOSH, BRAD AND ANGELINA HAD THEIR BABIES! I HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE!
Guess what? Brad and Angelina had their babies!
I was at a barbeque earlier tonight and I was talking about them because I'd read that she was going to be induced on Tuesday and I was like, I am totally going to be refreshing People.com all day on Tuesday now. You know how people sometimes say things like, "Who even CARES about celebrities and their babies?" or "Does anyone even CARE that Angelina Jolie is pregnant?" I always assume that when people say that around me, it's a hypothetical, and an ironic hypothetical at that, because of course I care. Ohhh, do I care. I was telling my friend earlier that I care so much I seriously feel like I should send a gift or volunteer to babysit or ask to be the godmother or something. I care DEEPLY. And I am already as giddy as a little girl on Christmas morning thinking about the very special issue of People magazine that should appear in my mailbox, oh, six weeks from now with the first pictures (SIX MILLION DOLLAR PICTURES!) of the twins.
I totally believed all the rumors that it was two girls, so I'm surprised it's a boy and a girl. I don't know how I feel about the names (Knox Leon and Vivienne Marcheline). Knox is fine, it kind of goes with Pax and Maddox, so that's cool. But whenever I hear Vivienne, I think of Rosie O'Donnell because that's her daughter's name (please don't act surprised that I know that), and I'm like, blahhhh. I thought the names from the false alarm story (Isla Marcheline and Amelie Jane) were cute, so I wish it was one of those instead.
I know, can you believe they didn't ask my opinion first? ME NEITHER!