The medal ceremony was beautiful.
I tried to take Wendy's advice and not mess up the words to the national anthem. I decided to smile and look happy. And, of course, take a bite out of the medal. Why do they do this? Oh well.
I love being an Olympic champion. I love it so much that I've refused to take off my medal.
Sugar Daddy doesn't even question any more why I have him take these pictures. What a good husband!
The shawl is going to "retire" for a few months until she makes her glorious return at the Lancaster County Fair. If I don't win first place, the judges must be on crack.