What day is it? How, pray tell, did we end up down here, splayed out nearly naked on this towel, staring up at Diego's dazzlingly handsome mug? What is he reaching for? Where did he get a Speedo that small? What would happen if we just inched over and rested our heads atop his oh-so plush, plump and fuzzy chest? Ugh, dammit you're right — it's time to stop asking questions and start embracing the moment/those boobs.