I have this horrible, ego-maniacal habit of checking my blog statistics. I like seeing the numbers, and where people are coming from, but what I most want to know is what it is that people are googling, in desperation, and somehow finding my blog.
It's almost always delightfully hilariously mortifying. Which is probably how they feel. huh.
For a long time, the most popular google hit was "Girl Scout Cookies Spain", because once I wrote a post about girl scout cookies, and how much I love them, and how much we adults need the shining light that is a girl scout cookie delivery to look forward to every year. To all of you trying to find out how to get girl scout cookies in Spain, I am sorry. I have no idea. But there is a FABULOUS bakery down the street from the Oviedo Cathedral that can hook you up with a chocolate dipped pretzel thing.
Recently, my sister-in-law and I have been writing a lot about the Bachelor (oh, you didn't notice?) and at first I teased her that I was going to lose all my readers (you know, both of them. Hi mom!) Yeah, I was wrong. It pretty much doubled.
All that being said, nothing prepared me for the onslaught of hits I got from mentioning Breyers.
To my new Breyer friends looking for "Breyer horse California antique vintage", welcome. I understand. I feel your pain. I want them all, too. (I recommend the Gas Lamp district's antique stores just outside of San Diego. Really good selection of out-of-the-box Breyers.)
To the person desperately seeking "Breyer Horse Big Ben"- modeled after the famous Show Jumper who consecutively won the 1988 and 89 World Cup titles on two different continents: I own him, and he's wedged between Man O' War and Gem Twist overlooking my master bathroom from a built-in shelf. And I'm sorry to say he's not for sale. Despite my husband's pleadings.
And to the person who googled "Breyer Celebrity" and got me:
My work here is done.