My husband called me a Proverbs 31 woman as he walked past me. I was heading upstairs with a folded a stack of towels and wash clothes balanced on one arm while casually munching on an apple.
When I reached the top of the stairs I perched the half-eaten apple on the banister post. It immediately rolled off, splatting apple bits on the way down to the front hall where it landed as mush on the just-vacuumed hardwood.
Proverbs 31 woman, eh?
Next, I went out to light the gas barbeque on the deck. It’s thermometer was already registering 400 degrees. How much fuel can a barbeque which has been burning for 24 hours use up? What is that in dollars?
Proverbs 31 women, eh?