David and I are in a fight.
I'm not sure what it's about, but I think it might be about rootbeer extract.
No, that can't be right. And yet, I think it is.
When I got married I had no idea that the big issues would include rootbeer extract. I'm thinking that that probably wouldn't have even come up in premarital counseling. Though I could be wrong.
Anyway, add rootbeer extract to my list of regrets. (I'm as surprised as you.)
In other news, my blog turned 2 today, and so for your delight and entertainment, I give you my blog by the numbers:
In the last 2 years
I have written 370 posts,
including this one,
that have been read by people in 50 states
and 5 countries.
(Two of my readers are technically Americans just spending the semester in Europe, but I'm totally counting that. And ya, Canada counts too.)
And what did I say in those 370 posts?
Contrary to what some people think, I've only mentioned entropy 15 times
and my perfect breasts 3 times.
(Can that be right? Clearly a serious oversight.)
Rachel commented once, "This blog has everything...suspense, sex, comic relief, scripture, drama, and oh so much more,"
but looking back I've only mentioned sex twice
and Isaiah twice,
but she's right about the comic relief. (It has to be in the high three hundreds.)
For the record, there have been 6 kissing pictures,
but my favorite is still this one.
(What rootbeer extract?)
To my surprise, my most revisited theme was pie. 24 times in fact. Well. You can't beat pie.
Over the last twenty-four months
I have recorded the celebration of dozens of holidays,
deconstructed scores of days around my dinner table,
noted several perfect gloamings with my darlings,
and counted my blessings hundreds of times
Add to that the fact that this blog has blessed your life in countless ways (See? More comic relief. I told you.)
and I think it's a blogiversary worth celebrating.
I think I'll make pie.