My parents - Wolverine and Scarlet Witch - have always complained about cleaning the fans.
As in, the fan blades.
It was a major source of drama.
So we got them microfibre flexible dusters.
Something that can clean the blades easily.
Breakfast conversations turn to how I can't seem to have a poker face.
Apparently, even at my normal rest state, my face seems to either be angry or smirking with condescencion.
So my face, as I hold a flexible microfibre duster is this morning's source of comedy.
What can I do? My face has always been like that. Oh well.
