Oh, yes, I called it. When Colleen and I were ruminating on what Ms. Aniston would do for Christmas (because John Mayer doesn't seem to be a real Christmasy kind of guy), I decided that perhaps she would spend some time with the Cox-Arquettes. Colleen suggested that indeed, little Coco might love to spend the holiday with her godmother.
Because even though she's back to not wanting her mom to die a horribly untimely death, I'm not sure they're at that holiday place yet.
Hmm. I wonder what Brad and Angie are doing? Probably chilling in Africa someplace, watching qualified people do good works and then returning to the United States and looking down condescendingly at the rest of us poor fools who are lacking in unbelievably pouty lips and borderline creepy addiction to adopting underprivileged children from various continents (I think they're missing one from Antarctica. Collect them all!!!) because we have no idea how good we have it or how little we are actually doing to alleviate world hunger/poverty/AIDS/disease du jour.
I don't like them very much. Their preachiness annoys me to no end.
But then again, so does John Mayer. I face a moral quandary, readers.