Well, it's safe to say I've got Olympic fever. Though not typically interested in two weeks of non-stop-sports, I've found a reason to pay attention: Michael Phelps. Why, you ask? It's not because he's an athlete representing our country at these monumental Olympic games. It's not because he trains here in Ann Arbor. It's not because he's making history right in front of our eyes, trying to solidify his title as one of the greatest Olympians in history.
No, I like Michael Phelps because he reminds me of my husband. Think about it. Periodic ridiculous facial hair. Often found screaming at the top of his lungs. A supportive "hugger". Now can you see the resemblance?
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phelp's scruffy stache photo was on the front page of ESPN a couple of days ago. first thing I thought of was Andrew.
oh no. it's for real. the blog is TRUE! and YES he is totally a Phelps look alike. I totally went on a Phelps tirade when I learned that he was here for four years and I never saw him and now he's never coming back. that's not cool.
ha ha... i LOVE that you have a blog. thanks for making me smile. you have plenty of greatness to share my dear and i'm looking forward to reading it!
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