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:

[slideshow id=2]

(Seriously, what is wrong with me?)

Instead I dreamt of a gymnast. And it wasn't even our hometown girl, Aly Raisman, or her smiling, adorable Fabulous Five teammates.

&nbsp;

No.

Instead, I dreamt of fierce Russian star Aliya Mustafina.

<a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tumblr_m83er5scSz1qm0fgo-copy.jpeg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4022" title="tumblr_m83er5scSz1qm0fgo copy" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tumblr_m83er5scSz1qm0fgo-copy.jpeg" alt="" width="400" height="300" /></a>

More specifically I dreamt that Aliya and I went out for drinks (I don't remember what -- maybe milkshakes, since she's probably like 15 years old?)* and we had a fabulous time.

*(Then again she's Russian, so maybe vodka shots?)

In my dream, Aliya was lovely. Hey, this is a dream, so it could happen. Plus, despite NBC's storyline, this girl isn't a villain, just a little girl that can do amazing things under immense pressure.

I mean, look! She can smile:

<a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/700.jpeg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4021" title="700" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/700.jpeg" alt="" width="350" height="300" /></a>

She just chooses not to. And would probably cut me if we were Facebook friends and I tagged that photo.

<a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/f3wAt.jpeg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4031" title="f3wAt" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/f3wAt.jpeg" alt="" width="412" height="604" /></a>

<a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tumblr_m8cr26Xj151rxga3jo1_500.jpeg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4028" title="tumblr_m8cr26Xj151rxga3jo1_500" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tumblr_m8cr26Xj151rxga3jo1_500.jpeg" alt="" width="500" height="321" /></a>

God, I can't help it. I adore her magnificent bitchface.

<img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4025" title="tumblr_m85qj9L7c11qailtxo1_500" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tumblr_m85qj9L7c11qailtxo1_500.jpeg" alt="" width="500" height="334" />