Today I want to talk about dust. Just where does it come from? And how does it keep winding up inside my home instead of staying outside where it would be so much happier? Scientists would love to know and frankly I would too. Surely it can’t be my fault for tracking it all in right?! These are the kinds of questions that come to mind because right now I’m being forced to clean and tidy the house against my will. So, instead of cleaning as I’m supposed to be doing, I’m writing this blog post on the sly instead. It’s working too as I haven’t cleaned the first item yet so please don’t rat me out! Fat lot of good it does me to clean anyway because I’m no good at it. I must be the only bloke on Earth who can possibly clean something and still have it wind up even dirtier than when I started. And wiping dust makes me sneeze something awful too. Which unnecessarily complicates things because you just have to clean all over again after you’ve sneezed all over everything. So what’s the use? And sneezing makes people suspicious that you’re coming down with something. And then nobody wants to be around you. Which, if you’re already stuck in the house and trying to get out of the drudgery of cleaning house, that’s probably not a half-bad position to be in.
For all I know, dust is God’s way of getting us to clean house on occassion. And that’s fine and dandy so long as someone else does it instead of me. We’re in the final two days before Christmas and it’s absolutely critical that I remain merry and filled with good cheer so I’m foregoing all house cleaning until after New Years. And probably even Labor Day too. So let me wish you and yours a Merry Merry Christmas! Why it’s almost here! And watch out for those dust bunnies too. I declare those darn things keep getting bigger every year and I ain’t even been feeding them either.
