I am dead-dog tired. I had a crazy weekend that began last Thursday and ran straight into Monday. I’m so tired, I can’t figure out where it starts and where it ends. My eyelashes are tired. The balls of my heels are tired. I’m that tired.
But I can’t stop watching the Olympics.
No, I’m not recording it. It’s like a double whammy. I already have to avoid the internet rather than run across their “spoilers”. (Sadly, while taking a break from beach volleyball, I came here to blog and there, on CNN’s homepage is….beach volleyball…picture and all. SPOILER!) Besides, when the hell would I find time to watch all umpteen hours of recorded Olympics? I’m already behind in episodes of “Melissa & Joey” (whoa!)
So, every night I lay on the loveseat with Hubster on the couch and we watch the Olympics. Well, I try to. It’s more like I face the TV, fall asleep and awake in time to see a tearful medalist screw up the lyrics to the National Anthem. And then I look at my husband and say, “I missed it again, huh?” To which he replies, “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………… Snort, cough………. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
I’m not saying the Olympics are boring. But, honestly, I find the winter Olympics to be much more entertaining. At least the athletes wear uniforms that don’t reveal every crease, crack and roll. (Seriously, have you seen the track suits?? I can probably tell you the religion of every hurdle jumper.) The ladies’ swim suits were ridiculous (can you say “wardrobe malfunction?”)and the gymnasts started out in bubblegum pink (to draw attention away from Gabby Douglas’ hair, no doubt). What a joke!
Anyway, this is a long rant about not much…because I’m just tired. I’m hitting the hay early tonight. Now, in fact. 🙂
Oh crap. Just as soon as I throw in another load of laundry. *sigh* I guess I will fall asleep on the loveseat again.