holy freaking crap. i'm about to wet my chonies.
what - too much information? again??
that is Keith Urban. second only to Donny in my book for talent and sheer yummy factor.
and i have a date with him.
oh fine. so i'm in a group date with 50,000 screaming chickies. with a scattering of men. but daaaaaaang.
i'm gonna go see Keee-thhhh, i'm gonna go see Keee-thhhh!
i just bought my air ticket, and, next month, my butt is on a plane to Reno, then my sister-in-law and i are off to Sacramento.
to see Keith.
and while i'm sorry that Maureen's original date had to bow out, well...
i'm not all that sorry.
and Jax, i know - you think he's greasy. but i don't care.
i'm seeing Keith next month.