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Google brings the most interesting people here. Today someone googled 'back spasm' and landed here. I'm blaming them for my current spinal pain. I have been in agony today.

Someone googled 'bad news from the dentist' and their search brought them here. It's true, I've had a lot of bad news from dentists in my life time, and I expect quite a bit more. I have four children. There is no escape.

Another googler from Quebec arrived on my doorstep (figuratively) by typing in the words 'don't cry over spilled milk'. There has been a great deal of spilled milk in my life. I can't recall ever having cried over it.

Another visitor from Chile came to visit me via searching for 'earpiercing' pictures. Two of my children did have their ear's pierced this year, so I suspect that was bound to happen.

Someone in Massachusettes came by looking for 'girls in' Not sure what the girls were in exactly, and I'm not quite sure I want to find out.

As for now, the searches bringing people to my blog appear to be innocuous. I won't worry until people arrive here via searches for 'Vicus and his Wankers' or 'Girls in jello' and 'Tommy goes to the big city', I'll be happy.

Here is a pic of the momma and her pussycats, one week old. How time flys...

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  1. Now you will get linked by google for girls in know that right?

    Oh and Mama kitty is so cute! We had a few too many litters a couple of years ago and I am pleased to say my once "I love baby kittens" husband has now moved onto a "male cats only" phase...but that white kitten against the charcol and black is sure cute!

  2. Uh, you DO realize that now you've posted those phrases you DON'T want google to refer, that's exactly what will happen, right?


    I get a lot of "shaved head" referrals and a few others that have really baffled me.

    Love the kitties!


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