So I caught a glimpse into Noah's wife's life the other day. How is that for ironic!?
But really, I am talking about Noah, the guy with the big ark, the one who found favor in the eyes of the Lord. Yeah. Her.
I was reading Elliot the Peter Spier version of Noah's Ark, well, reading maybe is a loose term because there are something like 2 sentences in the whole book. But there are captivating illustrations. And Elliot is enamored by them right now.
Anyway, we came across this illustration
Yeah, do you see her? Hanging up laundry on top of the ark? And how do you think that worked out once the rain began?
It's been raining here, and I mean raining, like buckets of rain. Our clothes have been hanging on our indoor line for 2 1/2 days with the fans on them full blast and they are still soaking wet. And I thought of Mrs. Noah again. Yeah, after 40 days and 40 nights of rain...nothing was getting dry anywhere in that stinky old ark!
Anyway, this Mrs. Noah is am grateful for a dryer so that in a pinch we can get our clothes dry!