I love reading posts where bloggers talk about the searches people have used to find their blog. Most of the time I’m laughing at the bizarre things people search for and the rest of the time I’m saying “what on earth..?” Too funny.
Someone found me with “how does a June bug know it’s June?” Why do you want to know?
There was “what does it mean when a cat holds it’s foot up?” Hmmm, well I imagine there is something keeping him from putting it down. Usually pain!!
“Should I shave my legs every day I’m abroad?” They could have given some details – is there going to be a beach involved, or is this a winter vacation? Who are you going with? They might care.
“How angry am I?” Is this person really asking this? Cause I think they would know better than anyone else about their pissed-off-ness. Leave ME out of it!
“How many lives does a dog get?” I have it on good authority dogs only get one. That’s it. So if you want your money’s worth out of a pet, you might want to consider a cat.
Which brings me to “How many lives does a cat get?” Seriously?
I get a lot of cat searches and unfortunately a lot of vagina searches combined with things I don’t want to think about after I wrote about the Vagina Monologues. Lots of bead searches, but the one search that keeps coming up a lot, is titanium breast clip, or mammogram titanium clip. Titanium clip pain. I just wanted to say that the teeny tiny little clip they left in my breast is about the size of the tip of a pencil, and the ONLY time I think about it, or remember it’s there? When I see another search for it.
I understand, I am sure I searched for it before my mammatome too. But honestly – you searching ladies – it’s nothing. Truly. You will never know it’s there unless the doctor points it out to you on an x-ray or something and even then – it’s tiny. Don’t bother feeling for it because you won’t find it. It’s just the idea of it that’s weird but unless you have a blog and write about it – you will forget it’s there too. So worry about the results of the procedure, not the clip. Just sayin’.