What are you looking for? Your fortune? The meaning of life? Monkey cheese?
- Cupcakes (Nice to know I’m not the only one with a cupcake obsession.)
- Shoving Nails Up My Arms
- Hot Guys, No Clothes
- How to be a Skesis
- You Have Nice Arms (I hope this isn’t becoming a legitimate pick-up line. I’ll never forgive myself for blogging about it.)
- Panty Thief (This post was written about my cat. Like The Cheeky Bride said, someone is going to be disappointed.)
Sometimes the search is right on, and when that happens, it brings a tear to my eye. Like the time I saw the search term “Together Two Years and Not Ready to Live Together.” You and me both, buddy….
Someone, somewhere out there, is wondering the same thing as me.
Bet you thought I was going to break out into song: “Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight. Someone’s thinking of me….” Good ol’ Fievel from The Great American Tail. (Oh yeah, I watched that this weekend.)
It’s official: I am not alone. Maybe I should write a self-help book. Except that I have no solution, so I wouldn’t actually be very helpful.
Maybe I should start a support group. I’ll organize meetings for women to vent about their boyfriends/husbands, and most importantly, I will serve cupcakes. Yes, that I can definitely do. How’s next Wednesday sound?