A Big, Round Number...

These kids were camped out in my yard this morning, dressed in their Sunday best, to celebrate the 50,000th visitor to this blog (who, I might add, was looking for info on Sandy Duncan's glass eye no less!) and to thank me for all the poopy jokes. Children, it's been my pleasure.

Thanks to all you out there, once again, for making this blogging stuff such a positive experience. In the immortal words of the lady in that one Seinfeld episode, you know, the one where they go to someone's apartment to watch the beginning of the New York Marathon and George wears a fake wedding ring to see if it'll help him meet women and Jerry is trying to avoid having Elaine move in to the empty apartment upstairs because he's afraid she'll cramp his style, "You're all winners!"