Beat mewith a stick, a big one and then tell me I don't ever have to clean the window blinds again. I hate cleaning them, full of dust that now inhabits my nose and lungs. It wouldn't be so bad if there were only a couple of them to do, but they're every where: a triple window in the family room (that's the one I did today) plus a single in there, a triple in the kitchen area, 2 singles in the livingroom, a double in the dining room, a single in the computer room, 3 singles in the master bedroom, a single and a double in the master bath, a double in one of the upstairs bedrooms and a single in the tv room upstairs. It takes forever to clean them all, which is why I only do a room at a time. By the time I'm done it's time to start over again, but that's not going to happen for a while.
The stick in the picture, by the way, is from Baden Hill that I picked up when I was searching for King Arthur. I didn't find Arthur, but I did find a herd of cows that needed shifting. Brought the stick home, Mac shined it up and put a thong on it for me.