I have often lamented that I needed a wife...someone that could make those pesky dirty dishes magically disappear, be cleaned and put away...someone that helped the kids with their homework whilst also making a well-balanced dinner. Someone that could do the 50 million loads of laundry we seem to go through with these tiny European washing machines! Alas, my prayers have been answered. My little puppy...whom we named Kona after Kailua-Kona on the Big Island of Hawai'i...meaning the sunnyside of the island....well, Kona in Norwegian...means WIFE!!!! I can't imagine the confusion of all the locals as I am yelling, "Here, wife, wife, wife!" Sigh. God has such a funny sense of humor.
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