CNN rattles in the background most of my working hours. There’s so much coverage about Octomom that I’m thinking I too should get some TV coverage. Call me Octoworker! I have at least 8 jobs and feel that I’m deserving of the title! (For the record, my G’ma McKain had 13 children and no one tried to get her to put even one of them up for adoption. No, she wasn’t on welfare, her babies were all conceived the normal way, and the age differences allowed for the older ones to help with the younger ones — but still, all the talk about the psychological effects on Octomom’s first 6, stemming from feelings that they weren’t enough — is lost on me.)
It’s a good day even if I don’t make CNN. The sun is shining (even though it’s much too windy), it’s 75 degrees today (even though tomorrow’s forecast doesn’t look so promising), and the first sign of spring has appeared!
