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One more post, in the spirit of the day...

Found one of those really goofy online calculators today. This one, appropriately, was the "love calculator."

Type in your full name and your sweeetie's name. See what happens.
My spouse and I were a whopping 90-something %, which is higher than any other two names I typed in.

I tried T with Kelly Monaco and, thankfully, got a mediocre 51%.
You'll be happy to know that Anderson Cooper & Michael Jackson were only a 19% love match, interestingly enough only two percentage points lower than MY INLAWS.

And, in perhaps the funniest and most fitting fashion, Dick Cheney & George Bush...85%.
Bet we can guess who's the top and who's the bottom in that relationship.

Comments

Brianne said…
hmm.... When I did the love calculator (I used middle names too) Brett and I got a 0%!! What the heck?? haha Then I took out the middle names and we got a 54%. I don't care. I love him. :)
Brianne said…
on a funny note, I got a 78% with Matthew McConaughey. rowr
AnneR said…
As Heilemann and Remington, we got 85%. As Remington and Remington, we dipped to 26%. Perhaps I should have kept my maiden name...
Amy said…
Anne...perhaps Dr. Love just wants to make sure he's not promoting some sort of incestuous business. This isn't Utah, after all...
Jenni said…
I don't know about that last name bit... we scored 94% when both were Olsons and 91% when I switched to my maiden name.

Interestingly enough, my parents scored a 26%. Ouch.
Jenni said…
And OMG a 99% with Adam Garcia (Coyote Ugly, Riding in Cars w/Boys) double rowr!!

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