Oh. Hell. Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know what I want to be doing March 7.

Some of you have heard about my childhood obsession with Dolly Parton. If you haven't, remind me to tell you sometime. I'm tempted to blame Ms. Parton for my early development -- perhaps by spending hour upon hour listening to "Hard Candy Christmas," "9 to 5," "Three Doors Down" and "Me and Little Andy," I somehow matured by osmosis. Or something.

But anyway, damn did I love her, and damn do I love her still. She's the quintessential entertainer, which is enough on its own to inspire great admiration, but also consider the kind of good she does this world outside performing great songs. She's kicked ass for several decades now and doesn't show signs of letting up on the ass-kicking anytime soon. I mean, Jesus, look at this!

So, who'll be coming with me three months from now?