Blogger keeps eating my most

Blogger keeps eating my most recent post. Or else J didn't like me telling the snore story and he's gone in all sneaky and deleted it himself. Hmmm...tricky. Anyway, there is no reason it is not here other than the fact that the mysteries of the world and blog applications are vast.

I normally really dislike ice dancing, but did you see the Russian Italian couple last night? Man, was that ever good entertainment. He dropped her on a spin the night before and she glared at him for like a solid hour! All through the judging and while sitting in the kiss-and-cry area. So much so that last night the commentators kept referring to is as "The Glare." She remained so angry they practiced seperately and didn't so much as look at one another until it was their time to skate last night. Then she mouthed something quiet to him, he nodded, she nodded, and they skated their asses off and won the gold fifth place or something and loved each other again. Yes!

Also? When the French couple skated out in blood-stained, tattered costumes, I completely called the Les Mis music.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't mostly excited for the ice dancing to be over with.

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