My Brad Pitt Fantasy

Wait! It's not what you think.....

I've had more than enough of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie! They're on the cover of every magazine, the on-again, off-again non-marriage, the children (adopted, natural born, yet-to-be-conceived), the $500,000 necklace, the villas, the movie sets, this city, that city, this country, that country. Now the ever perfect Mr. & Mrs. Smith and perfect little baby Smiths have graced our fair city for the Toronto International Film Festival. Both Sunday newspapers (The Toronto Star and The Toronto Sun) had almost identical Brangelina pictures in vibrant 16 million colors on their front page.

I never would have thought this possible, but I am overdosing on Brad Pitt.

Now some of it is our fault, I must confess. A week ago, my husband and I went to the movie theatre to see Ocean's 13 and then to top off our private Brad Pitt film festival, we came home and watched Fight Club on DVD.

ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!

Yesterday afternoon, as I took out the garbage, sorted the recycling and washed the kitchen floor, the TV played in the background. The news outlets and entertainment shows were buzzing with sightings of the glorious couple.

And thus my fantasy did begin.

I imagined Brad and Angelina in their fabulous home in Malibu, or Maui or Malawi. They were doing their fabulous Sunday afternoon things: lounging over lunch, the TV playing in the background, the children giggling happily amongst their fabulous toys on the floor. I pictured Brad, a fabulous cup of coffee at his fabulous hand, opening the newspaper and saying to his fabulous non-wife:

"I am so sick of hearing about Michelle Henderson."