After three days of listening to my wife complain about the dust in the house, I went to town and bought her a dust mop.
I didn’t know what else she wanted me to do.
I wouldn’t dust for her, but I had no problem buying a new dust mop for her. She was livid when I gave her the dust mop. You would have thought I handed her a broom and told her to fly away. I thought I was being nice. She told me it wasn’t her fault it was dusty, but the fault of the ductwork. It had been five years since the ductwork was cleaned, and it needed to be done again. I bit my lip to keep from laughing at her response. I always thought she was the cutest when she was mad, and that hadn’t changed with age or years together. She laughed with me and asked me to call the HVAC technician. When the HVAC technician arrived, he told me she was right, but he would need to call their team of ductwork cleaners. They could clean the ductwork, check it for any cracks or holes, repair them if there are any, and then they would sanitize the entire system. He said our house would be fresher and there would be a lot less dust in the house. She turned and gave me an ‘I told you so’ look, then walked away. I will never live this one down, because I accused her of not cleaning often enough. I should have known it had something to do with the ductwork.