A few nights ago I dreamed that I had been having suspicions that my husband was sneaking around behind my back. I had no idea what he was up to at first, but one day I discovered a clue: I found an orange curly wig in the bathroom. When I confronted him, he confessed that he had taken a part time job as a circus clown. It was Gus Autry, our children's pastor, who had talked him into it, which did not surprise me in the least.
