Part of the fun of this blog, for me, has been discovering who reads it: old friends, new friends, and people I don't know from Adam. How do they find me? Search me. Or just search google for "sniff my fanny for cash," as one recent English visitor did. (Though s/he searched without the quotation marks, which explains why love lettuce was the fifth hit on the list--between sniffing pickles, fanny packs, and my boy Johnny Cash, we cover the requisite ground here.)
But wouldn't you be thoroughly disappointed to land upon love lettuce if, in reality, you were looking to hire an English fanny sniffer? And do people really do that? For money? Am I the last person on the planet to discover this fact?
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