I love Gwen Stefani.
I met her once backstage at a concert. I really wanted my No Doubt Rolling Stone cover signed, but we were only allowed to take some quick photos of the group. I stuck around until the end and kinda pushed my way to where Gwen was standing. I remember she was really tall, had on tons of make-up, and was, of course, gorgeous. She graciously signed my magazine while her bodyguards cursed me out. (That’s what they get paid to do – I totally get it.)
There was a time when I thought Gwen and I led parallel lives. She’s married to a rock star. I’m married to a radio star. She had a son. Then, I had a son. (She was the reason I bought this baby sling. She rocked it, so I wanted it.) She’s a blonde. I’m a blonde. Well, at least I can dream that I will look half as amazing as she does when I turn 40. Happy Birthday Gwen!
How cute is Zuma sleeping next to Gwen? A-DORABLE!
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