OK, I'll admit, octuplets is not out of the question for me -- but I'm a prairie dog!
Nadya Suleman just added eight more to her brood of six for a grand total of 14, under the age of 7.
She must be nuttier than squirrel poop.
Let's analyze.
First, there's her name, Nadya Suleman. Romantic, other worldly, a hint of not being tethered to Planet Earth.
Second, she lives in California. You knew this was a story that had to come from the land of fruits and nuts.
Third, her mom, a retired school teacher, didn't throw her out of the house when she came home with the first half dozen. Don't I always say, kids will push it as far as they can?
Fourth, she actually found a doctor who "invitroed" her with all these little Sulemans. Shouldn't the good doctor have to foot the bill to raise them to until they each earn their PhD.?
 
We now have the names of the blessed events: Maliah, Noah, Jonah, Isaiah, Nariah, Jeremiah, McCai and Josiah are the latest. Their siblings are Elijah, 7, Amerah, 6, Joshua, 5, Aidan, 3, Calyssa, and twin Caleb, 2.
 
Bible names. She didn't really mean for them to have those names -- that's just what she was screaming each time one came through. Had there been one more, it was going to be called "Holy Moses!"
 
On a TV interview, the grandmother said, "I'm tired." Well, duh! Maybe if you had gotten tired from trying to slap some sense into your daughter, you wouldn't be so tired from having 14 grandkids under foot.
We're not talking about "over the river and through the woods" for a week at grandma's house for Christmas. We're talking round the clock. And you're only two weeks into the next 18 years.
 
On top of that: Mom reportedly has no job, no husband or boyfriend to help out, grandma's house is a three-bedroom, and at least one of the 14 is reportedly autistic.
 
If one of my pups tried that at my mound, I'd have to listen to the voice of reason -- Monty Python: "Run away! Run away!"