Last night I went to the Sheryl Crow concert with my husband and I don't know if you know this but Sheryl was diagnosed with breast cancer about a month after I was and she's around my age and once when I was in Tom's Burned Down Cafe on Madeline Island some guy thought I WAS Sheryl Crow (even though we don't really look alike other than large mouths and high cheekbones) but this guy didn't believe me and kept saying, "I understand your need for privacy." And then spent the rest of the night staring and pointing at me. Anyway, our musician friend from Madeline Island knows another musician who knows her manager and he's been trying to get my book to her for possible endorsement. But last night I took my CANCER IS A BITCH bracelet off (see swag picture below) and made a little hole at the top of my business card and tied it on and the plan was we were going to try to throw it on the stage. But instead my husband spotted five women dancing at the edge of the stage and jumped out of his seat with the swag and walked over to them and told them about the tag and the book and one of them put her arm around him and said, "I'm a VIP with the band. I'll make sure she gets it!" And I thought, that's the guy I married... always thinking, helpful, supportive, charming enough to get the swag into that woman's hands...