There is something creepy about Google searches that lead to people's blogs.
I have never done one of these posts before, but then I have never gotten a series of search hits like these:
my baby got back 3 janet: Um, three janet? Not four? Not two?
author of turnaround of the girl who married a fly: No, I swear Wonderhubby is all male, all human. No flies on us.
i hate janet the planet: Wow, I always spoke highly of you ...
funny stories in fun brain that you could write: Yeah, like "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy."
janet in thongs: No. Not now. Not ever. NO.
interplanetary janet: Duh. That was creative.
amusement park ticket discounts: Cool. I really could use some. Those cheer competitions are ex.pen.sive.
well well well that's a deep subject joke: Sheesh. My jokes are better than that. Aren't they? AREN'T THEY?????
the cutest college boy on the planet: Where? Where?
the day of my daughter's wedding: Whoah there, buddy. My daughter is 13. No weddings here, shotgun or otherwise.
People, really, I just don't understand asking Mr. Google about these things. Get a life. Please!