As of today, though, another woman has come to live with us, and I think she may actually be his dream come true. Like me, she's a carrot-top. Her name is Deborah, like the wise woman who was an Israelite judge. For years my husband pleaded with me to allow her to come to our house. Finally, I consented, knowing how much it meant to him.
Meet Deborah, who just arrived:
Actually, she'll only be with us for two weeks. Then I'm kicking her out. And it'll be up to me to fulfill my husband's dreams again.
But for now, Deborah is living with us. She looks right at home, don't you think?
(In case you're wondering, Deborah's here to collect all the non-recyclable JUNK that has piled up in our closets, our attics, our cupboards, our garage. She's going to gain a lot of weight while she's here!)