C'mon, aren't you? Oh you know you are.
I mean, what's up with the potential second baby and all that junk food. She's a major pop star, a millionaire, yet she looks like Tammi Jo the hairdresser who lives in a trailer in Vinton, VA, dines on nothing but tuna helper and slim jims and is married to Bo who is a part-time plumber.
I feel like I should be concerned. Us, People and Star magazine thinks we should all be worried.
You gotta admit that's a better subject line than beware the Ides of March, which I bet if you Googled that phrase today is on two gazillion blogs. (This one included, obviously.)
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