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Yee-Ha!

My site-meter has registered 1000 hits! And the person to reach the magic number was some dope from Glasgow, Scotland who didn't even bother to pin the map, even though he/she read for a few minutes at least (it wasn't Old Knudson).

In fact, it's Old Knudson who is here to present the trophy to the winning visitor, whoever he/she is.

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dive said…
Hoorah!
1,000 congratulations, Robyn.

That's a handsome photo of what must have been Young Knudson. But is he awarding that trophy or purloining it?
3:04 PM
Anonymous said…
note: I hate blogger today. have been trying to post this comment for AGES, arrgh.
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a shame old knudson wasn't the winning dope...

but then we both have our suspicions about dear ol' barnacle britches.

would the tropy be the Yee-ha Award for Dopes? or the Yee-ha Award for Excellence in Dopery? (or would that be Doperishness or Doperosity?)

have you looked outside lately? it's all snowy and seems as if God is sifting powdered sugar down on us.
3:19 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
That's a mighty fine looking trophy.. I wouldn't mind having that for meself!!!
4:08 PM
Old Knudsen said…
Suspect away the lot of yous,remember site meters like old scots are liars. Robyn to celebrate I got really drunk , posted and insulted people, no wait thats me usual enjoy your trophy, it contains the ashes of Fat Sam the very first Blogger, and a few cigarette butts.
5:47 PM
Scout said…
Thanks to all of you. It's a shame I don't have an actual trophy to award. I think I'll just treat myself to a piece of bittersweet chocolate and a strong cup of coffee. I don't get out very often, I guess, if that's the best I can do.
6:23 PM
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