This is why even years are best

I know everyone's blogging about it. I care not.

I love the Olympics. Lovelovelovelovelove.

During the last winter Olympics, we lived in this same house. Only, I was still in school at the time, and my grades plummeted because of the amount of time I spent in front of the television.

This year, there is nothing to plummet, except maybe the number of books that I'll finish in the month of February.

Let the three-day weekend of Olympic-watching begin.