Michelle & Jim Bob Duggar Would Be Terrible Dinner Guests
(Source) “After suffering a devastating miscarriage in December 2011, Michelle Duggar is trying to get pregnant again with her 20th child. The 19 Kids and Counting reality TV mom says she and husband Jim Bob Duggar are hoping to be “blessed” with another pregnancy.
“I would hope, but we are not expecting right now,” Michelle, 47, shares in a new interview with Celebrity Baby Scoop. “I would be so grateful if the Lord blessed us with another one. We’re trying at this point and we shall see if that is a possibility. If not, we are so thankful and grateful for the ones that God has given us so far. We are also definitely enjoying our grandbabies! They are so precious!”
Michelle and Jim Bob, 48, are already parents to 19 children with names all starting with “J,” and have three grandchildren: Their oldest son Josh, 25, is a father of three with wife Anna: Mackynzie, 4, Michael, 2, and Marcus, 4 months.
In an interview with the TODAY show in April, Michelle and Jim Bob, married 29 years, said they have considered adopting their 20th child. “We’re praying about if the Lord would want us to adopt,” Michelle said. Jim Bob added, “We have set up our home to be designed for taking care of children. We love children, and we really believe every child is a special gift from God.”
These two are clearly insane. 20 kids in this or day and age just doesn’t make sense to me. You’re bound to neglect at least 12 of them. Putting the 20 kids aside, Jim Bob (hilarious name) and Michelle are now at the top of my list for world’s worst dinner guests. If you invite these two over they’re going to talk about one of two things: Jesus, or their kids. The first hour and a half would be spent looking at pictures of their kids, while the rest of the evening would be spent praising Jesus for the beautiful food you’re about to eat. I’ve seen their show. I’m not proud of it, but when you want to write about someone sometimes you have to make sacrifices. All they do is sit on various park benches and kiss each other. It makes me feel awkward, and I’m watching it through a television screen. You’ve have to witness the worst, most awkward type of PDA, and there is not enough wine in the world for having to see that in person. My advice to Jim Bob and Michelle: cut back on the 20th kid talk and get with the times. Whatever you do, don’t ever change your name, Jim Bob.