Now that Michael Jackson is dead, and his childrens’ public exposure is no longer limited to being dangled from balconies, my half-siblings have usurped the title of “Most Mysterious Hollywood Children.” (Did you know I have half-siblings?)
Connor (left) recently turned seventeen, and although Tom, Katie, and I were in town, we chose not to go to his birthday party. I had a pedicure appointment I just couldn’t move. The party sponsors offered Connor a two-year lease on his choice of a Dodge Challenger or a Jeep Wrangler. The only thing sadder than leasing a car is leasing an American car.
Anyway, news broke the next morning that Bella (right) has a new boyfriend. Let me tell you — this girl getting a boyfriend is news. His name is Eddie, and while I can’t confirm that she is only dating him because she is obsessed with Twilight, I can’t deny it, either. (Kill me now.)
I can and will confirm that Bella’s hat was borrowed from my Samantha doll, without permission. Rude.
