Speaking of athletes, it will soon be Olympic time and I’ll once again sit like an overstuffed potato on my couch watching young people with impossibly perfect bodies doing impossibly difficult tasks gracefully… things I could not have done in my prime no matter how hard I tried because – truth to be told – my sister does NOT have the market on klutz. I think it’s a general family gene which is why our family has never produced one outstanding athlete… though we have apparently produced one outstanding sports announcer back in Philly.
Pour me another margarita. It’s going to be a long two weeks of awe and envy.