Me: “Uh oh. What are you girls up to now?”
Henrietta: “Oh, just a little bit of dusting is all.”
FC: “Just a little bit of dusting? You’ve got to be kidding! Her computer keyboard is a disaster area. It’s gross. Disgusting! Why, only last week she dropped lettuce and cheese in it from that awful buffalo chicken wrap she decided to eat for lunch. A little bit of dusting, really!”
Me: “Oh, I take it you girls have decided it’s time to clean up again?”
Henrietta: “Well, your office really is a little cluttered, dear. Your desk could use a good straightening and a little dusting never hurts now and then. You might even consider throwing a few things away. Fat Chick and I would love to help you!”
Me: “I can take a hint. Okay, I’ll do some straightening today. And, just so you know, I have a bit of a problem with Fat Chick helping. Last time, she threw away some magazines I hadn’t even gotten to read yet!”
FC: “I was making a point. You had a magazine called Real Simple on your desk and it was all about organizing yourself. For heavens sake, I know a lost cause when I see one! Why torture yourself? You’re about as organized as…”
Henrietta: “Stop! There’s no point in insulting her! If you do, we’ll never get dusted. Just plant a hint, offer to help and…”
FC: “Hope for the best. Ya, I know.”
Me: “Okay, okay. Enough abuse already for a Monday morning! I’ll make it a point today to finish dusting my keyboard and my chickens. Fair enough?”
FC: “Ya, as long as you use a dust cloth and this canned air. I have a personal problem with feather dusters.”
