A year ago, I put up some electronic postcards that Pär and I had sent one another. Because it didn't fit in with the mood of that series, I neglected to include this card he had also sent me, of which I'm quite fond:

The most perfect touch about this card was that it came accompanied by a midi rendition of "Dancing Queen".

Whenever I write a journal entry with Pär dialogue in it, I like to run it past him before I post it, to make sure he doesn't feel misrepresented. He's never asked me to censor anything I've written, and I can count on one hand the number of times when he's suggested a change (it's always been along the lines of "I think I actually said X, not Y"). But when you publish someone's private conversation on the Web, you want to be respectful about letting them have their say.

So I let him have an advance peek at this one before I ftp'd it to our website. When he got to the end, he called out to me: "You know what's extra perfect about 'Dancing Queen' for that postcard? The lyrics say 'young and sweet, only seventeen.' And the buns are young and sweet, and they're sixteen! Ha! I didn't even realise that when I sent the card."

I came into my office-née-closet and looked over his shoulder at the screen. Sure enough. Sixteen buns.

"Isn't that funny?"

"Uh huh," I said neutrally.

"I think it's really funny! You should point that out in the journal. It's so funny!"

"Uh huh."

"You should put it into the entry," he insisted.

So I did.