Probably 501 Consumed

I didn’t have anything to blog about this evening, so I ran to Dairy Queen and bought Suzi a Dilly Bar. (Oh yeah, I also bought myself a French Silk Pie Blizzard.) Now I have something to say. (Burp.) Do you think I’m addicted? At least I’m on a role. Or consistent. Or dependable. Or predictable. Well, I’ll officially consider it number 501. . . Is that the number for Levi’s stretch jeans? Maybe it’s a bad omen.