As some of you may or may not know, I have a nearly 20 year old brother with Aspergers Syndrome (HFA my ass!). He is an interesting fellow who was two primary interests Shopping Trolleys and Vacuuming. Needless to say, our family's floors are always dust free and walls chipped from trolley-associated damage.
Yesterday, a handy-man came to our house to, amongst other things, change about eleven doorknobs. This required him to remove some rather ancient knobs which left gaping holes in our doors. This in turn required him to fill these holes with an impressively sturdy and impressively pink coloured putty. He then had to sand down the putty. This created a lot of dust. So much dust, that when I came home and saw the mess the exact thought that went through my head was . . .
Man, Rob is going to loose his shit when he sees this.
It is moments like these that I am especially glad that I have a brother who compulsively vacuums. Not only does he make my car look hawt, but our floors are now relatively dust free. And as I said to my mother earlier this evening "Can you imagine how much more awful this would be if we didn't have Rob?". So Kudos to Rob - the brother who sneaks into my room while I am out of the house, and vacuums.
