Men pulling their legs to their chest while diving in speedos. I think that's all I need to say there. Some things are just wrong.
I baked bread today. My favorite cracked wheat bread, in fact. And it turned out well, which isn't always the case when I bake. I'm inordinately proud of myself. Proud, and full of warm bread and butter. Yum. I'll have to work on dance stuff extra hard tomorrow to burn off todays food indiscretions. I should probably get going on the dance stuff anyway. We're down to two weeks.
Well, I better run upstairs to see what fantastic event I might be missing. Please let it be more volleyball! Maybe beach volleyball, where women wear the equivalent of the diver's speedos, are also built like stocky ten year old boys, and grunt- just with more sand thrown into the equation. That sounds fantastic!
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Oh yum, that bread sounds delicious, I can smell it now :) You crack me up Liss, but I do see your point. Save some of that bread for me!
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