Hef, Is That You?

So, I am pretty addicted to my Stat Counter.

Like lots of bloggers, I use it to keep track of just who visits my little mental playground. Sometimes I see random folks from places ranging from Houston to Iran stopping by (I feel like I should draw little burqas on my pictures) and other times I see people crashing the party through other bloggers who link to me.

I remember when somebody from the Virginia attorney general's office stopped by. He sent me an e-mail encouraging my little rants (God knows why). And then there was the nice guy from Vera Bradley who was so happy I had a link up that he sent me a cute bag (it's holding up beautifully).

Well, tonight I was totally bowled over when I noticed somebody from the hallowed halls of Playboy checked in.

Yes, as in that Playboy.

I don't know how they got here, because Stat Counter didn't provide a referral link, but whomever it was spent a whole 32 seconds looking at my blog likely while sitting in their Chicago office.

Now, I'm a bit surprised because I don't have any scandalous pictures (at least not any posted here), but I suppose my blog is a good glance at the inner workings of a chick's mind.

Smart, scattered, clever, sexy and yet all very self-depricating at the same time.

Maybe the mag needs to know a little bit about the, uh, inside of a woman.

Oh, and Hef? If you want me to post any of those pics, I've got an email address you can find on the blog.