You know, it seems like Bradley Cooper is good at everything. He's a great actor, he's a humanitarian, he's a family guy, and he's pretty easy on the eyes. But I'll have you know, he has his faults. Turns out, #fakebradley is a really crappy spotter.
It's been 3 weeks since my nephew was born and I feel like we didn't properly thank the nurses! First, for a safe delivery. And two, for helping #fakebradley not pass out.
Day Two of my self-imposed Self-Improvement initiative (yesterday, I tried to get my hair done) and #fakebradley steals my trainer. Ok, he didn't steal, but he was totally distracting. Big thanks to Jen for putting up with our squabbling about who gets to hold the weight. Brad won. This time.
He finally cracked. After all these months of playing with children, car pooling, after school activities and homework, #fakebradley had to hit the salon for some 'Brad-time'. Pre-wash, he got a scalp massage and aromatherapy from Lindsy at the #lindsyjamessalon in Ocean City. He was back to feeling red-carpet worthy in no time!
And seriously...I'm so nice. Because I really need my OWN hair done but I sacrificed my appointment for my #fakebestie. Big thanks to Lindsy and the #lindsyjamessalon!
It's been an exhausting couple of months. And you've been great. Never arguing. Never nagging. Always by my side. Thanks, #fakebradley...you're definitely my #bestfriendever.
Bradley Cooper: A genius with the one-liner. He can make even seasoned media managers hysterical. (Though I'm not completely sure that Jon Sarlin isn't crying.)
It's hard to go unnoticed when you're the only tuxedo-clad cardboard celebrity on the boardwalk. Needless to say, #fakebradley always attracts a crowd.
Look, I know I dropped you on the slide. And I do realize that you're fragile. But giving me a paper cut to get even? Really?