Dustbuster!

All supposed huge causes of happiness, show some respect for the little things that make us (dare say I?) just about as thrilled in the moment. The ability to bust dust in handheld form is now mine: and it's red as a lobster! I will be using my new baby to eradicate dirt, doubt, and nagging suspicions. Those fears are never right anyway; like a hairball, they sit on the carpet trying to attach to the heels of shoes. Calling on the visions of the surrealists, I may employ a little Dali to redo such mental food chains.