Dust Buster

I had a great visit with my sister last night.

The kind of girl-talk where you laugh, cry, and laugh-until-you-cry (Who wouldn't when your niece points to her behind and asks innocently, "What does that say?").

Then came our confessions about dusting (What can I say? It seemed like a smooth transition from the chocolate chocolate chip cookie to the wassail.).

I dust twice a year, on average.

Not in the hehehe-her-hyperbole-is-so-funny kind of way. More in the scientifically-accurate kind of way.

I think I used to dust more often before my son came along. But, still not all that often.

My bedroom furniture gets dusted the most because it is generally the least cluttered and the beautiful cherry wood looks even more gorgeous when it's shiny.

But the living room? Pft!

I bet THE Suzy Homemaker dusts once a week or more.

I should probably work on my dusting skills...

{Slight exaggeration and creative license used during the writing of this blog...but neither were used with regard to Someday Suzy's dusting statistics.}