Last night was a beautiful night...not only did I get to share in the Olympics festivities with a party that included coming in your pajamas (it was a school night after all and you needed to dive into bed immediately upon your return home), eating cheesy dip and Jimmy John's, girl porn (read: US Weekly, Life&Style, People, etc), and wearing medals around our neck that said "winner", but last night was also The Night That Sasha Fell. Twice.
I know, I know. That sounds horribly mean. But there is something so wonderful about the Karma of it all. Mean people should not be allowed to win Olympic gold. And, as I've said before, falling is funny. It almost made the fact that the Kwan wasn't there okay. Almost. And, our girl Kimmie didn't do so bad.
And so, I feel my Olympic obsession reaching a more healthy low. Until next time, that is.
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