That line is going to get me in trouble with my mother and several other people, but sometimes your horror is so overwhelming that you can't control your mouth.
So, the other night, when JJirraffe from Too Many Fish to Fry and I were having our adult beverage and talking about a few things blogging, one of the things we both laughed about was the shaaaaameful secret of statitics checking. We both do it and we both know you do it, if you have a blog. This morning I was given yet another reason why it's not healthy for me to check them.
I've known it was none of my business for a while. My job, as I see it, is to try to put out good material and let this blog grow the same way I want my tomatoes to be grown, organically, patiently, with attention to what I'm doing but allowing nature to take its course.
No no no.. I simply must see who likes me!!
Extra-ORDINARILY bad idea. For some reason, a site I will not reference, had been a jumping off point to cookedheads. "Oh my Lord. Holy crap." Yeah. Not something I wanted to see first thing in the morning. Actually, an entire website devoted to things I do not want to see, any time of the morning, or the rest of the day for that matter.
Whoever you are, you're welcome to come to cookedheads, in fact, I personally think it would be very good for you, but could you do me a favor and go to Martha Stewart Living, or Vogue, or hell, even TMZ first. yikes...
Now, if you''ll excuse, I have to go wash out my eyes with soap, run my antivirus and write "Statistics are none of my business." five hundred times.