hans by cleaning his grill. i have never thought of touching that
thing anymore than he would consider picking up a tube of my
mascara.
"this won't be too bad." i started out with a paper towel and some
windex. ha ha! not even a smudge was lifted from the monster.
the grease and grime taunted me. so did the laughter of the men
sitting in the pool beneath my porch. "what in the world are they
doing in there? why aren't they out fishing or hiking?"
the only solution for that grill was hot, soapy water in my sink. so
i scrubbed and scrubbed and managed to slop grease all over my
clothes and kitchen. i got a little fussy.
more laughter from the pool.
"i bet those lazy guys think i'm the cleaning lady. they better not
ask me to clean their grills . . . if they do, i will just tell them how
expensive i am."
in order for me to clean a man's grill, he has to have been married
to me for 30 years!
love,
lea
"she sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her
tasks." proverbs 31:17
