I wouldn’t be bad or a mother, if I didn’t leap out from behind the armoire I’ve been hiding behind, to comment on Michelle Duggar.
It’s old news by now, but she’s pregnant with her twentieth child.
Talk about a show off. Six or more kids gets you in the “Wow” club. Ten or more yields the “Pinafore and bad hairdo” society. But twenty? It seems that gets you in the “Wow that’s a bad hairdo AND pinafore” guild.
I think it’s time to reveal my long-guarded (until now) dieting secret: Picturing those two actually participating in the getting pregnant process. It will put you off the feed bag for a long time. Glad I could help you during this holiday season.
I like to give credit where credit is due: that is one well-behaved bunch. At least on camera. At home, there have to be real moments.
“Everyone who has Jim or Bob in their name, get off the kitchen table and sit down!” I’d like to think that happens.
She does need the wheelbarrow. How else is she going to tote her uterus around?
We all love babies. We’d all like six million of the little darlings. But a few things stop us: 1). They actually require a fair amount of time, money and thoughtful parenting 2). They become teenagers and most of us don’t like living with too many scornful people under our roofs. Scornful people who want your money and all the donuts.
