We need some less depressing news after the bucket of sadness and tragedy that was the last post.  Oh, look — this’ll do:

Adorable wee elfling Christina Ricci is engaged to her Gigantor boyfriend Owen Benjamin, her rep confirmed Tuesday.  The 5′1″ Ricci met the 6′6″ Benjamin last year on the set of their film All’s Faire in Love, and they began dating last fall.  Ricci is 29, and Benjamin’s age seems to be a complete mystery, as I couldn’t find it anywhere in my extra diligent 14-second Google search (I am a research warrior!).

I hope they have a horde of children, in a progressive series of alternating height extremes, and then start their own traveling family sideshow.  With costumes.  Sequinned costumes.

Teeny Christina and ogre-sized Owen going to Guacho Grill in Studio City:

After two rejected proposals, Reese Witherspoon has finally consented to Jake Gyllenhaal’s offer of marriage. A source told Star Magazine

“[The engagement ring] was gorgeous, and everyone noticed it right away. But she took it off as soon as she saw people staring. Reese stuffed it in her bag and didn’t put it on again the rest of the day.

There was already word out that she and Jake had gotten engaged, so the ring absolutely confirmed everybody’s suspicions. They’re ready to make it official!”

I don’t know about you, but I’m… happy for Reese. I’m allowed to say that, you know. I don’t just go around mocking celebrities for the sake of their celebrity status. I’m genuinely happy for her. Reese has finally found the girl of her dreams, and she’s about to make her all her own! I think it’d be wrong to sully such a feel-good moment with snark and thinly-veiled homophobic derision.

Shopping in Melrose:

Here’s one you didn’t see coming: Megan Fox has called off her engagement to 90210 actor Brian Austin Green. Us Weekly says

Megan Fox and fiance Brian Austin Green have split. “The relationship had run its course,” [says] an insider. “It’s completely amicable, and they are remaining friends.”

Fox, 22, and Green, 35, now “are both focusing on their careers.”

Which means Megan will be concentrating all her efforts into the sequel to last year’s blockbuster “Transformers,” while Brian Austin Green will be firmly setting his sights on the year 1992. I give him six months before he tries to kill himself.

Out and about in Beverly Hills:

Ridiculously hot at this year’s Golden Globes:

Bring out your hankies, Jennifer Love Hewitt and fiancé Ross McCall have called it quits! People reports,

“They broke up over the holidays and have ended their engagement,” says a source close to the couple. “They’re both really sad about this. Even their friends are surprised; they seemed really happy. Everyone just wants the best for both of them.”

Reps for both Hewitt and McCall had no immediate comment.

The Ghost Whisperer star, 29, got engaged to the Scottish actor, 32, in November 2007 after dating for two years.

While the couple hadn’t announced a date, in October Hewitt told PEOPLE her svelte new look was prompted not by those infamous 2007 bikini pictures – and the ensuing controversy over body image after she took to her blog to defend herself – but by her upcoming nuptials.

“I’m getting ready to turn 30 and get married and all those things,” Hewitt said. “This year was my year to try to glow from within and feel better.”

Well, I suppose if The Ghost Whisperer gets canceled she might be able to put her wedding dress to good use and get a job as Little Leota in the Haunted Mansion. She’s got the look down, alright. Hurry baaaack, hurry baaaack….

Despite rumors that their engagement is off, Brian Austin Green insists that he and Megan Fox are as happy as ever. He told Us Weekly

“We’re solid. We’ve lived together for three years. We have tattoos of each other’s names. We have more time away from each other right now than we’d like. [We're] rescuing pets from pet stores. We have a potbellied pig, we have dogs, two cats, two birds a squirrel. And Megan wants a leopard - that’ll never happen!”

You have the feeling that he was saying everything really fast and rocking back and forth the whole time he was talking and gesturing to an empty chair and saying, “Isn’t that right Megan? Right, sweetie?” And then maybe compulsively wiping the sweat of his face and blinking really fast before bursting into maniacal laughter that gave way to anguished sobbing.

At Fred Segal in West Hollywood Tuesday: