As it turns out, the sun didn't melt yesterday and the apocalypse has been delayed once again. Unfortunately, I have to explain to my boss why I didn't go to work and my wife is pissed that I spent all of our savings on Oreos and hookers.
In other news, the night after I posted about how I'm pretty indifferent to the Olympics, the men's 4x100 freestyle relay team outswam the French in the most exciting swimming event I've ever seen. Dee and I were laying in bed dozing off to the Olympics when we were suddenly aware that something amazing was happening. Before we knew it we were sitting up in bed cheering as the Americans "out touched" (a phrase I've never heard until this Olympics) the French. Pretty exciting stuff.
My other favorite Olympic moment involves the U.S. men's gymnastics team. Throughout the competition the cameras would show the various competitors and every time they showed Jonathan Horton he would try to look cool and say something like, "USA, baby." Dee was laughing at how he seemed like "that guy." After he completely nailed his high bar routine, he pumped his fists in triumph (as he should have) and smirked his cocky smirk and Dee shouted out, "HELLO, LADIES!"
I guess that's not technically an Olympic moment since it happened in my bedroom but it was still pretty damn hilarious.