looking for mcdreamy?

Last night I was looking over my blog stats on the Lapple, sitting next to Jon on the couch.

“At least five people every day find my blog by searching McDreamy because of that post I wrote about you.”

“How disappointing for them to be looking for McDreamy and finding me instead!”

“Well, they at least get a picture of the real McDreamy.  I’m keeping you all to myself!”

So, here’s another pic for all you searchers somehow winding up here!

captain of the bus

It’s been a while since I regaled the Interwebz with a wacky tale from my adventures on the bus, but I’ve got a good one for you this morning!  It had been a fairly normal ride, for the most part, notable only in that for the first time in over a week, I wasn’t huddling under an umbrella and trying not to get splashed by passing cars while waiting for the bus to pick me up.  A young man sat down next to me, listening to something I wasn’t even sure existed any more: a discman.  I flipped through my Google Reader on my Blackberry.  The bus approached one of the major stops on the route.  Suddenly, Mr. Discman stood up, grabbed the bar over head with one hand, and put one knee up, foot on the seat like he had a lil Captain in him.  HE THEN PROCEEDED TO PELVIC THRUST THE AIR RIGHT NEXT TO ME, wiggling his hips side to side, front to back, and all around.  He did not say a word.  The bus stopped.  The doors opened.  He got off the bus.

“FATHER IN HEAVEN!” exclaimed the lady sitting across from me, fanning herself.  “LORD! LORD!”

I just burst out laughing from the absurdity of it all and said, “I have no idea what just happened.”  She smiled at me.  We both laughed.  The bus moved on.

your google is as good as mine

This is just a quickie to note two hilarious search terms that led people to this humble wee blog.

You lookin for me?
You lookin for me?

First:

webbed toes

Perhaps related to a post in which I mentioned my dog Bessie has webbed toes. I wonder if this was someone who has webbed toes and was looking for support? Or perhaps, as Bill O’Reilly and Pat Robertson fear, this person is attracted to webbed toes?

Second:

woman my eye!

I have no idea what this means, or how this phrase, complete with exclamation point, led someone here. You?