I don't have a whole lot to talk about, so I thought I'd talk about other people and things for a bit. Even my snow blowing farmer has let me down by failing to give me writing fodder. It's supposed to snow a bit tonight and tomorrow so there is still hope.
While driving home tonight, I heard the news about the woman in California who gave birth to octuplets. If you ask me, eight is a litter. And she plans to breast feed them all. I hope she has more equipment than the two tools we're normally given at birth. I don't know about you, but I found one at a time more than enough to manage; I can't imagine breast feeding 8 babies simultaneously. Doctors expressed shock at the birth of the eight-they were only expecting seven. I ask you, what difference does that make? Shock should be expressed when you're expecting one and deliver eight.
Along the same lines, there has been advertising about Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar's son getting married. This is the couple from Arkansas who've had 18 children. Lord, I don't know how they do it. They've made a living from showing their lives on TV and now, the upcoming wedding of their son will be televised. I wonder if they're going to run out of names that begin with the letter J. They name all their kids with J names. Do you think we'll see future episodes of this show with stories about how Michelle's uterus has prolapsed? Forgive me if I don't get it. I just don't. Do you get it?
There seems to be scientific proof that drinking red wine really is good for us. Scientists think they've isolated the chemical and soon, we'll be able to take a pill or two that will do the same thing that the chemical can. No thanks, I'd rather trust nature and just drink my medicine.
I'm going to have a glass of medicine and go to bed. Maybe my brain just needs to rest.