It’s always fun to have a peek at the searches that bring people here, and I haven’t done it for a while. Here are a few recent ones:
You can try to convince me that it’s just a matter of sorting methods or unrelated searches, but does it strike anyone as strange that searches like these always show up together?
Yes, but I don’t recommend the reverse. If you use shampoo instead of egg, people are not going to be happy.
Sister, you’re in the right place. All kinds of things go wrong when you don’t have chocolate, don’t they? Try my Dangerous Chocolate Cake in a Mug as an emergency measure. I’ve been thinking about putting together a mini free ebook of my 12 best chocolate recipes. What do you think? Would it fill a need in your life?
- should i remove the toilet or the tank
My advice: neither. You’re probably going to need them both, especially if you have kids – although I do know a family who did away with their traditional toilet and replaced it with a composting toilet.
Yes, when you stop. Until then, prepare to be challenged – and when I say challenged, I actually mean miserable.
When a question like this stops mid-sentence, do you ever get the impression that the inquirer was going to say something like, “how do you get quality time with your spouse when the kids flood house every time you turn your back?”
- no house is built big enough to hold two
Now I really want to know: Two what? I’ve seen some really big houses that would hold 2 elephants or 2 sectional sofas with ease. I know of at least one house with an indoor pool that could probably hold 2 porpoises in a pinch, though they might not be too happy about it. What exactly can you not fit in a house like that? 2 trampolines, maybe?
Not much, but I have to give our chickens credit: they do know that scraps come from short people – they follow the younger children much more enthusiastically than they do the older people. And they know that scraps come from somewhere inside the house, because when the pickin’s are slim, they get bold and venture onto the deck, peeking inside the front door to inquire if we’ve forgotten.
Now I have a question for you: Does anyone know where to find my photo of PerryBoy when he was 2 or 3, riding a wooden rocking horse in nothing but a hat, boots, and his whitey-tighties? Blogger lost it, and I don’t know where else I’ve posted it. It would really make my day to learn that I (or someone else) shared it somewhere else on the world wide web.