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I spent last week happily entertained by women's figure-skating at the Olympics. I love, Love, LOVE figure-skating, and since it's not on very much, I really look forward to events like this. It didn't disappoint. The skating was beautiful and the skaters were extremely talented (they're the best in the world, after all). If I could go back to my childhood, I would have taken figure-skating lessons along with my ballet classes. But it's okay. If I ever have a daughter, you know what she'll be doing. If she doesn't like it, I won't force it, but if she does...she'll have one happy momma who will be able to live vicariously through her experiences. That's why we have kids anyway, right? Ha ha.