Later today I’m coming back with some honest-to-goodness reviews. Or life stories. Or updates on my cold. Or something of true readable value. However, I have to stop the presses for a possible new contestant for my favorite search strings. I listed a few beauties in my post, “I am Thankful for StatCounter,” and I am still pretty attached to the search Winnie the Pooh look like a pimp (True dat, I say). I’m amused that many searches (six yesterday alone) for Mo Willems and say, cute or married, lead to my blog. But I’m dazed and amazed by this search from yesterday:
statistics how many children call their mothers bitches
But I don’t want to judge or even deeply wonder about why such a thing is needed or is an issue. Let’s just give an answer. I’ll say... seventeen.