
This is my lovely husband. Isn't he cute?

Four years ago during the winter Olympics, my mom said, "Doesn't Matt look like Bode Miller?" By Bode Miller, she meant the delicious American skier.

I've been thinking about Bode lately (no, no, not like that)...but he did just win the Bronze today. And I thought, my god, he does sort of look like Matt...or maybe I just have a thing for Bode.

This is Bode. He's cute, no? In an all-American sorta Matt-y way?

They both sort of have these slanty eyes. And sheepish smile. And I mean that in the most complimentary way.
So, yeah, I think my husband looks like Olympic skier Bode Miller. And that's not too bad in my book.
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