Dust? What’s That?
A few weeks ago, we were in the Vermont Country Store when, picking up an item, I exclaimed, “Ah, ha! Just what I wanted!” Jim wasn’t quite sure what it was, so I said, “This is a duster made of Ostrich feathers!”
As I ran my hand over the soft surface of the feathers, enjoying the tactile sensation, he asked, “Does this mean you are going to take up dusting?”
I said, “Yes, my QUILTS!”
Men can be so silly sometimes. 
Patricia Cummings
