My sister called today.

"Were you just dusting?" she asked immediately when I answered the phone.
"What? Dusting? No, I wasn't. Why, do I sound like I was dusting?" And if I did, what would I sound like?
"No, I just had this mental image of you flitting about your apartment in a velour* skirt, a tank top, and dusting."

See, this is creepy because I was (and am) wearing a velour skirt and a tank top, though the notion of me dusting is laughable.

* I just goggled "velour" to make sure I was spelling it properly, and I found this in the Wikipedia entry on it: "Cotton stage and theatre curtains should be checked with an open flame every 5 to 7 years after manufacture to ensure continued flame resistance." Does this seem stupid to anyone else? "If they don't catch fire, fine; if they do, you're fucked." I'm guessing you won't be able to collect the insurance after setting the place on fire yourself: "I was checking to make sure it couldn't catch on fire! No, really!" Riiiiight.