Friday, Feb. 28, 2003
Dear Diary:

I checked oogle-Gay a few minutes ago and so far they haven't taken notice of the spousal unit's wangitude augmentation.

I'm trying not to be bitter, eh.

I'm guessing it takes search engines a while to crawl the web and vacuum up new references. All I can do is kick back for a few weeks and see if all the wangitude my three loyal readers have thrown my way gets noticed.

Can I fulfill my dream of the spousal unit becoming oogle-Gay's go to guy for wangitude by his 50th birthday on April 25? Only time will tell.

But in the meantime, let me thank you all for the wangitude. It's really brightened my day to get it.

The preceeding paragraph is now item #2 on the list that carries the heading "Things I Never Dreamed I Would Ever Say".

I can't imagine what will come next.

--Marn

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