A woman who already has six children from in-vitro fertilization treatments now has eight more thanks to another such treatment. Although I hope her kids turn out okay, I really have to think that this woman needs some serious psychological counseling. What possible motive could an unmarried woman have for trying to pump out spawn like a hyper-active salmon? Kids need a proper parent with an adequate amount of time for each child, not some sort of crazed assembly line of half- assed care and perverse media attention.
The last couple of days I’ve been visiting with family. That is, when I’m not playing new games on my XBox 360.
My brother Ron, his wife Jessie, and their daughter Rebecca were passing through while on a vacation. We spent the afternoon with the whole local clan at my Sister’s place on Saturday: Judy fed us salmon, and supplied Irene with her special wine. On Monday Ron, Jessie, and ‘Becca came to our house for a few hours. Rebecca played with our braver cats, and Iris met her first child. She was apprehensive at first, but once we reminded Rebecca that cats aren’t fond of hugs, it was perfect.
Two darling teenage girls out for a walk saw a stack of cages containing feral cats. As a light hearted lark, they poured lighter fluid on one and set it on fire, laughing at their uproarious hi-jinx.