If you're like me, you don't picture Bradley Cooper in the audience. You picture him as the star. But sure enough, here he is...cheering right alongside all the rest of us for a dodgeball tournament at a local school. You rock, #fakebradley.
Well, not really. But isn't this everyone's secret wish? To sing with the band? And lucky #fakebradley....he got to sing backup for #donkeypunch during one of their rehearsals. Me? I only got to watch.
#fakebradley totally thinks his mattress pick is the best. But how can you trust a mattress decision to someone who weighs less than a pound? And isn't real? I think I'll be in charge of this purchase.
There is something better than yoga on the banks of the Guadalupe River while attending #LuckyStarArtCamp. And that's yoga on the banks of the Guadalupe River while attending #LuckyStarArtCamp with painted tootsies! #fakebradley and I are totally pumped.
So #fakebradley was all kinds of bent out of shape because I didn't bring him to San Diego with me (literally, because I did try to pack him up). I owed him one. So I took him costume shopping. And now we're even.
Bradley Cooper had to buy an inversion table to help him prepare for his physically grueling performance in the upcoming Elephant Man on Broadway. And what real Bradley has, #fakebradley wants. Who are we to argue?
That. Is. It.
We were just at a family wedding in San Diego and I have to tell you...I was surrounded by beautiful people. Not just the day-to-day healthy and fabulous looking San Diego pedestrians, but the actual wedding guests. Seriously. They were stunning. You know, the kind of stunning that kind of makes you feel like crap? That kind. So that's it. We are getting in shape. And by we, I mean me. Because honestly, #fakebradley couldn't look better.
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.