Sometimes the Olympics...

...are inspiring but really, tell me, are the female volleyball players' tiny uniforms absolutely necessary? Those suits really don't leave much to the imagination. Maybe the less sand in your pants, the better? I don't know. It's been plaguing me all weekend. Scratch volleyball off my list of potential Olympic sports to master.

I think I'm going to try out synchronized diving. I need to find a partner though. Someone who falls as quickly as I do. Anyone?

Too bad I'm not a gymnast. I have the thighs for it.

What other sport should I consider? Well there are plenty to choose from and honestly the older you are the better. 41 is the new 16. I've got twenty years before I even need to worry about being in the Olympics.

Gotta go! Phelps has to win Gold Medal #3 tonight. If he doesn't, I'll lose all respect for him (I'm with the Chinese: nothing but absolute success is acceptable).

Love,
Jenna

P.S. I still haven't seen The Traveling Sisterhood of Pants 2 or The Sisterpants of Travel 2 or the Pants of Traveling Sisterhoods 2. What's it called again? I hear it's a real winner. Way better than the first which I still haven't seen as well so I really wouldn't know. (So why am I talking about it? The previews really captured my imagination. Another movie about magical pants. That's almost as amazing as HellBoy II. Wow.)

Also: John Edwards: SERIOUSLY?