Who Goes There
No, no, I'm not evil or scary, merely curious. Though now, I in fact ignore one entirely and check the other only infrequently, since I have a fairly good idea of who drops by.
But then today I saw that I had had a visit from the IRS. Curious. Was someone over there perhaps searching for the perfect pancake recipe? Or maybe they're big dachshund fans and the office was having a slow afternoon, so they decided to coo and giggle over Edward's pictures...?