Usually I don't have much activity, which is ok, because I don't always have time to comb my blog's hair, if you know what I mean. But having a couple hundred visitors pop over without prior knowledge kind of made me feel like someone accidently opened the door while I was using the bathroom. (Do I ever shy away from a poop reference? No, I don't think I do.)
You know how usually your house is fairly clean and orderly and you live in the boondocks so you don't really have neighbors but every now and then someone will knock on your door and you will answer wearing mismatched pajamas and no bra? And if that someone is a friend and they come inside and then you realize that your generally neat house looks like you have 19 kids and counting, only the bad-mom version?
That's how I felt when I saw that I had lots of extra blog traffic with no prior warning.
I would have tried to at least thrown the dirty dishes into the bath tub. Or lit a candle to cover up the stench of the cooked broccoli I left in the garbage can overnight. Or had a decent post waiting to be discovered by
Oh well. It is what it is. The ketchup here at KWTF might be a little crusty from time to time. It might be a little runny or even generic. But it's ketchup, nonetheless, and everything is better with ketchup.