Things have been just a wee tense for me this week as I race to finish this book and juggle a bunch of other balls. And just when I need a bright spot, The Girl brings in the mail. OMG. I’m happy. DMB is gracing the cover of Rolling Stone…along with a pretty hot pic of David Beckham inside on some ad. But of course, Beckham pales in comparison to Matthews. See, here’s the thing. Beckham’s a pretty boy. Nice face, nicer body still, but I think it ends there. I’m not thinking I’d like to sign on for a conversation there. :cool: But, Dave (as in Matthews), he’s the man. Ultimate. Smart, talented, sexy. The face, the voice, the music, and he comes with a brain. Ya know that game you play with your girlfriends over a pitcher of margaritas or a couple of Cosmopolitans–if you had one shot, one night, no questions asked, with celebrity of your choice, who would you pick? Sign me up for Dave.
Run, don’t walk, to pick up your copy of RS today. Guaranteed to make you smile. Even if Dave doesn’t do it for you, check out Beckham and Laird Hamilton. 
And I am so sure I’ve had too little sleep and waaayyyy too much caffeine. :hehe:
Jen
