We've just returned from our summer trip to sunny Miami. Now, you might wonder why on earth we'd head to South Florida in the summer,  but please don't worry -- we made it just in time for the Olympics, which means that we spent a lot of time indoors watching incredibly fit people do incredibly fast things. While we sat on the couch.

(Aside: I can't possibly be the only person who felt super fit after marathon sessions of athlete ogling? I could have sworn that my abs were tightening as I watched hours and hours of swimming and volleyball. I was starting to convince myself that this was really happening -- I even have a name for it, Bystander Fitness ™, which is kind of brilliant, right? -- but now we're on week two and I'm pretty sure the bigger numbers on the scale are less due to muscle mass and more to increased hummus and chip consumption. While sitting on the couch. But it was nice while it lasted. Anyway!)

So I watched so much NBC in the last few days that I've started to dream about the Olympics. To my complete surprise I wasn't dreaming of our boys in the American Swimming team:

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