Duggars Anonymous

I admit it. I am obsessed with the show, 18 and Counting. I want to quit my job, move to the country (although I wouldn't choose Arkansas) and have lots and lots of babies. I am reminded of a Melanie Doane song, Happy Homemaker. "Barefoot and pregnant never looked so good, we're all dying to take our shoes off." I can't help it. When I am not watching the show I am much more logical about having a 'quiver-full' but as soon as Michelle Duggar opens her mouth, I just want to drown in this 21st century reality version of Little House on the Prairie. Wholesome as apple pie, as warm and comforting as wrapping yourself in a quilt (that you stitched yourself, of course) and sweet as a lifetime's supply of Rocky Mountain Fudge...give. me. more. You can mock, if you must, but I think there are others out there like me. Don't feel shame. Give in to your closet Duggar. Take a deep breath and dive right on in to that saccharine dream. Aaaaaaah...I'm there.