Since then, of course, I've shed the stupid day job and got a proper job, moved out of my dry cabin and mourned the loss of my late great Subaru Loyale, Francesca.
Three years of so-so layout, near endless sentences and not an insignificant number of posts about poop. All anonymously, or semi-anonymously at this point. I figure if I ever have something so earth shatteringly important and had to put it up online, I'd go ahead and out myself.
Y'all might be waiting a while.
But yet, here we are, tiny and humble and grumpy. People still come here, which, honestly, shocks me. I thought I'd share some of the keywords that brought readers to FBH recently:
- what to do with the slop bucket water in a dry cabin
- taco king fairbanks
- fiery blazing handbasket
- alaska airline is it on this month of april?
- sarah palin
- cougar rock road
- carolyn mark rumour
- anchored down in anchorage
- opec capital
- libby reynolds iditard
As for those of you led here by the slop bucket question, the answer is simple: take it out away from the cabin and dump it.