I had this really weird thought the other day. I know, me and weird thoughts, what's so new about that?
Nothing really. But none the less, here is the thought I had.
I wonder, do we somehow choose our own parents?
Too deep for how my brain is working lately, so rather than sit and try to peruse this question, my brain went into another direction.
What if we could, with some concious knowledge, choose who was going to raise us?
And then for some reason I started considering what life would have been like had Julia Child been my mother.
(Yes, I have recently re watched the movie "Julie and Julia".)
I am watching a show about the supposed Worst Cooks in America.
What are you doing?