I mean, really.

Well, we needed a tragic flaw. Saying she's a whiny princess who flits from coach to coach just doesn't have the right ring to it.

Yes, Sacha is a big ol' attention hound. If she wins, she wants to be on a sitcom. "I love attention, that's why I do this."

And I'm so on Shanie's side, though Chad has reason to be peeved, because he did win a gold and all anyone asks about is Shanie.

I feel like we should drink every time Dick calls something "second rate"

I don't need to get that drunk on a work night. Scott Hamilton bowed out of commenting on ice dancing, I guess because that's not his field, but Buttons seems to think his Viagra-needing maunderings enhance the experience or something. Him and the woman are completely bitch.

And Emily Hughes is the cutest thing ever.

With Emily you could almost remember its a sport.

What I loved about Emily was her refusing to go along with the reporter's "You must be so thrilled to have this opportunity to skate on the world stage, you must have been so nervous," and she gives them this look of "Please, I've been training and competing in world championships." She refuses to play into their script.

Dick Button on Sacha Cohen: "I found myself thinking Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it." I found myself thinking, "Dude, Depends."

Oops, Plei, you just reminded me that I have a bunch of clothes to send to you, and they are the right size for right now. It sounds like your Lily is like my wee Franny was. Franny work 12m clothes until she was 19 months, and 18 m clothes (as well as 24m and 2T, but still!) until she was close to 2 1/2. Her best friend, meanwhile, had already begun to wear 3 T. I thought my daughter was a freak, but another mom at daycare assured me that her daughter was wearing the same things.

Oh and Cashmere, I have clothes for you too, since they are too small for Plei. Plus for some reason my sister had a bunch of baby snow gear, so I can send you most of that.

But, um, I'm the queen of misplaced addresses.

Em is the same way as Franny. Some 12 month stuff swims on her, other stuff fits ok. I reorg's her dresser last weekend, and finally weeded out the rest of the 6-9 month stuff. And honestly, the pants just looked like capris.

Hey, Allyson, I know you just shelled out the big bucks for glasses, but did you consider contacts?

Here is the problem. Right up until now, I have had a wonderful blurry filter.

Now, I can see every line, acne mark, zit, the deepening marrionette lines from being too fat...I can now see that from three feet away.

And I came to the horrifying realization that everyone has been seeing me this way, too.

And so I'm going to be 33 next month and I have no boyfriend and no kids and I'll never get married and I'll be alone with my glasses avoiding mirrors and hoping the cigarettes kill me faster.

Contacts just ain't gonna help.

um... weak contacts?