You guys are crazy.
Dan: "I love you."
Leah: "Really? Because i ate most of the cake."
Dan: "Next time we'll cut the cake in half."
Leah: "And we'll write a D on one side and an L on the other side. Ha ha. It'll be a DEALER cake. Get it? Like Dealer plates have DL??"
Dan: "I get it. The cake dealer got you hooked. The first hit was free."
501
No, I'm not refering to the jeans, but to the fact that this is the 501st entry to have been posted in this blog. I have it on the best authority that 50 of them were funny, too. That's 10%: Leah is downstairs doing math and the fumes are wafting up here, I guess. Actually, I now discover from the accompanying comments that the math has been laid aside and replaced by blog-writing and, inevitably, -browsing. Which brings up an interesting point: did she start writing her post before or after I saw the 500 number? Has this whole post been reduced to a sham?!
In any case, I think it's clear that, even if I haven't had any other lasting effect on my darling wife, I've transformed her into a true blog afficianado. All in the space of a couple years, too! Although I can't claim all the credit: the true breakthrough came when she took up a job which involved long periods of sitting alone in premises she shared with a computer and internet connection. That's pretty much my life, which explains why I got into the blogging first. She's got me beat now, though, I think all will agree.