So last night my husband Russell is watching olympians play badminton. This sounds like a drinking game just waiting to happen. I do not mean to offend the four other people in the universe who are badminton fans but come on...badminton is just something you watch while waiting for Michael Phelps to swim in a race. So, what do you do the one night (or maybe two) your husband has sole "control" over the remote? Make lemonade out of lemons. No! Really!
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