I’ve decided Jim and I need to lead a more glamorous life. Sure, we’ve got the whole international living thing going for us, and it’s true that we’ve vacationed in some of the hot spots a-list couples go to get away from it all. Still, something’s missing.

There’s the obvious absence of an entourage of personal chefs, masseuses, nannies (2 or 3 per child), bodyguards, trainers, stylists & underwear selectors (thanks, brit-brit, for bringing that one to my attention)… but it goes deeper than that. Nope, beyond the hangers-on… beyond the cash… beyond the bling… beyond the ability to go buy a mongolian baby at The United Colors of Benetton (that is where you get them, right?) there’s still something else most celeb couples have that we don’t. A catchy moniker.

And as I sat contemplating this at 4:00 a.m., I began to envy the Tomcat’s and Brangelina’s and Bennifer’s of the world. Still, what could B. and Jim morph into that made a snappy sound bite and elevated us to “it” status? That’s when it hit me… a bj was the ideal solution! I quickly woke Jim to share my ephiphany and he couldn’t have agreed more.

So from this point forward when you’re craving your latest bj fix, you know just where to come…

On this day..

• If Santa really loved me... - 2006
• So it goes. - 2006