I’m not really a horrible person, but sometimes, my brain does funny things that make me seem and/or sound like a horrible person.
So Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban finally had their baby on Monday, a little girl they called Sunday Rose. I swear, with the amount of air time devoted to this pregnancy, the gestation period of this little bundle of joy has felt like that of a baby elephant’s.
Anyhoo, congrats to “our” Nicole and “our” Keith. I know your little one is a long-awaited, much wanted baby who will be much loved. I’m sure she is gorgeous and divine and will bring you both much joy and happiness.
I just can’t get my head around the name though. My eyes see Sunday Rose, but my brain reads Sunday Roast.
I know, bad taste, considering who she was married to and how, for a while, he wasn’t a good enough reason for her real life BFF to miss her mum’s Sunday roast dinner. But I found it funny!
Oh, and for the record, I came up with this silliness on my own, so in case you think I’m ripping off someone unfunny like Kochie, think again, and laugh at / with / at me!