Friday, June 26, 2009

Face Duster

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.