Well, it's 3:10 a.m., and the Porpoise Whisperer is at it again, only this time he's summoning barn owls. At least those live on our block, so he's not needing to project his voice quite as much. Plus, this morning there's a nifty muffling effect from the big plastic donut stacking thingies he's shoving in his mouth.
So now I'm wondering. . . Should I be proofing TCTRTBC at 3:16 a.m. with my little raptor screeching at my side? Probably not.
Instead I shall share with you some of the recent searches that brought folks to The Clutter Museum. It's nice to know what my blog is really about. My favorites are in boldface:
caleb mcdaniel's man boobs
how does a chicken conceive an egg
feminist emily dickinson
greasy scalp dandruff
i didn't like being a creative memories consultant
groups of male and female cheerleaders
june carter fall in love cash
dress for a jrotc ball
i believe powerpoint
there must be something
baby monitors my neighbor can't hear
the role of the french horn in the orchestra
endometriosis and the military
high school cheerleaders
interdisciplinarity sucks (2x)
leslie train horn
cheney sings johnny cash
creative memories consultant
"depression in academia"
being pregnant and orajel
"cheese penguin" lindsay
give me a museum and i'll fit it
scrapbooking intertwining lives
tiny sex hi
"i like squirrels" (repeatedly)
Personally, I'd like to see "hulkbuster" and "bunnies" in the same search. That would make me happy.
Bonus exclamation, 2 minutes ago:
Barn owls don't try to give their mamas hickeys!