Wrangler Dani

I’m not an every-night-Olympic-watcher, but today I’ve got some time to kill and am watching the wrap-up. Here’s my summary: Michael Phelps, MICHAEL PHELPS, Freaking Michael Phelps, gymnasts are really cute and tiny, and Morgan Freeman could read the Nutrition Information on a box of Oatmeal and I would be captivated.

Also a side note: Don’t eat and watch the Olympics at the same time. I just finished a delicious cup of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, but watching all these beautiful, sculpted bodies float across my TV makes me wish I hadn’t eaten anything and done crunches instead.

Adam and I played basketball this morning, which was super fun, except when I couldn’t beat him even with one hand behind his back.  I’m kinda new to this whole basketball scene, but today I dribbled for about 10 feet withOUT looking at the ball. WATCH OUT WORLD.

“Don’t be afraid to get aggressive,” Adam said, as I attempted to block nicely, and I promptly tackled him.  Luckily for me, I think he enjoyed it, but I honestly am not sure he remembered that his sweet little fiancee has a brother-wrestling, “I’ll take you down” side.

Last night was Phil’s birthday, so a little group of us went to Lucille’s (a southern BBQ place) for dinner. OH MY GOODNESS. It was phenomenal, I think partly because of the sheer giddiness of Adam and Donna when the fried Okra arrived.  Also, the look on Adam’s face when they brought a whopping platter of fried everything was nothing short of bliss.  (Side note: Everybody made fun of me, because when Adam said he was getting the appetizer platter for his meal, I suggested he get “something more substantial”.  They all had a heyday with that when his tugboat-sized platter of deep-fried goodness came: “Looks pretty substantial to me, Dani…” I guess I was the only one who didn’t know that when you order an appetizer platter, it’s an appetizer platter for 30 PEOPLE.)

I’d really like to go to the beach.  Dani needs some sun time.