Dust in the window


Crazy spouse story.

I came home the other day and found dust scattered all over my music room.  Dust all over the place and in the weirdest locations -- almost as if someone had entered my private sanctuary and taken it upon themselves to alter my perfect habitat.

So on inquiring with my spouse, I discovered she had noticed a lot of build up of dust and decided to blow it all out using ... here it comes ... the outside leaf blower.

Yes, I kid you not.  She brought in a huge leaf blower and blew dust all over the place to "fix things".

I wonder if others have had experiences like this or other funny (and true) stories.

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Used to be president of the PNW Porsche club, with a 79 911SC that was always absolutely pristine and gleaming. One day I come home, car is covered in sawdust. Absolutely caked. Wood shop is right behind the garage. Wife decided to clean the wood shop. With - you guessed it - the leaf blower.

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OP,

Hats off to you for posting that. I'd never tell that story, even to my best friend.

I came home one day to find the wall between our media room and kitchen torn down, 2 X 4's cut across at odd lengths with a hand saw. Sheet rock all over the place. I knew she did not like that wall and she made totally sure it would not recover.

Hand made Japanese pull saws are a work of art and very expensive. I have several. One is a very fine hollow ground rip saw for cutting dovetails. It cost $300. I found the Mrs trimming her bushes with it. 

She is from rural Alabama and they do know how to get things done to a degree. They don't sell old pick up trucks. They park them in the field next to the house. Might need the parts one day. You've seen the pictures, several rotting hulks parked next to the house. Picturesque. 

To clear things up just in case someone got the wrong idea. I do dust the room occasionally, like once a month, but I don’t go nuts cleaning like my wife would. Hence, she stays away, and we are both happier.  Also, my wife uses one of the spare bedrooms (kids are long gone) for her sewing and ironing, so why crap up my space upstairs?