ARGH! It's a little past 1 a.m. and I have to get up at 7 a.m. for work. These darn Olympics are completely interfering with my life--particularly my blog life.
Tonight's broadcast just concluded. I thought I might just walk away earlier and come visit with you, but HELLO?! The last couple hours were men's gymnastics, and I'm completely positive that none of you would expect me to walk away from a fine display of rippling male muscles. Would you? No, I thought not. Yes, I will admit I do feel slightly guilty about enjoying rippling male muscles when they're attached to males who are younger than my kids. Still, watching what they can do to stuff like bars, rings, and beams just completely amazes me.
Anyway, sorry I don't have more time to visit with you tonight, but maybe there will be a few less exciting competitions tomorrow night and we can chat a little more and catch up. Maybe it will be women's beach volleyball. Sure, I enjoy watching Kerry Walsh and Misty May-Treanor play volleyball as much as anyone else, but seeing them run all over the sand without the smallest display of jiggling body parts is kind of depressing.
Oh, by the way--hey Laura! Do you know where your husband is?