Pickles & Dimes

I wasn’t planning on doing another one of these entries so soon, but I discovered that I only saw the partial list of searches last time. Without further ado, here’s the rest of the crazy searches for January that led people to our site.

“Crazy goofy sayings thoughts”

I’m not sure if I should be insulted or flattered by this search. I’ll choose to be flattered, and pretend Jason and I are the lovable kind of crazy people. Crazy people who people laugh with, not the crazy people other people cross the street to avoid so they don’t have to make eye contact.

“Sharon Stone”

Sharon Stone is awesome, even though I couldn’t get all the way through “Basic Instinct 2.” Besides, in my dreams she is always nice and helpful, and once gave me a partial recipe for her homemade lasagna. I’m still waiting for her to tell me what temperature it bakes at.

“Livejournal Jason love ohio or alcohol or jass or sass or cass or Minneapolis”

Wow, that’s some search. This Jason guy must be a blast, what with all the sass he offers in Minnesota and Ohio. Wait, I bet he’s popular because of the alcohol he provides to underage people named “jass” and “cass.”

“Trapped in my dress”

Sigh. Yes, this actually happened to me. But let’s not talk about me and my idiocy, OK? Because somewhere out in the world there is a person who is trapped in their own dress and had to desperately peek through an armhole just to see the keyboard.

“Pickles eaters line”

We have this line in our household. It is the line that divides my plate from Jason’s plate and he will never ever cross it, for he hates pickles.

“Richie Incognito jersey”

Best. Football. Player. Name. EVER.

“What happens when pets eat d-con”

I don’t know, and I hope to God I never find out. Our cats are more interested in scaling our bodies to eat the following never-offered items: bugs, pillow feathers, candy corn, sour gummi worms, fritos, apples, grapes, Haagen-Daz vanilla ice cream, and lime popsicles.

“D&Bs restaurant”

We love this place so much that there is a very good chance Jason and I will be eating there not once, but TWICE, on Saturday. It is going to be the greatest day ever.

“Can mice climb”

Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you ask my “hypothetical” fiancé about this?

“Cats with guns”

Can’t help you here. Ours are usually armed with grenade launchers and throwing stars, and they probably have a WMD somewhere in their toy basket as well.