Lately I’ve become, well….slightly obsessed with The Duggars of 19 kids and counting.  I just adore them.  I love Michelles curly bangs, and Jim Bob’s two names, I love their love for Jesus, and I die for each and every one of their kids.  Especially the “J” names ones to be exact.  And since this obsession has come along, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that sometimes for a brief moment while I watch their show or read their books that I didn’t consider having just a few or 17 more.  But then the show ends, and Taylor is writhing on the floor again because he’s “hurt” and Chloe’s crying because I won’t watch her pee, and I’m reminded of my reality.  Also?  I don’t curl my bangs, and Jimmy is just Jim.  So maybe we don’t have what it takes after all.