Take Out The Papers And The Trash

He Says: God Help You Dust Mites

My lovely wife has a problem. She hates dust. I mean hates it. She has a family friend that tells a story about my wife when she was younger. She used to go over to his place to clean when she was a teenager. Apparently, she would show up bright and early on Saturday mornings while he was still asleep. She would pull all the curtains in the house and open the windows. Then she would open the door to his bedroom and say, “Leave or forever hold your peace.”