My Sister is a Fussbudget

My sister is a fussbudget I am shocked. Why do you call her that? I ask. She worries about everything. She is fussy about everything. Like what? I asked. She fusses over recipes, they have to be put in an order. What kind of order? She has them color coded and alphabetized. Which one? Both. She fusses over a piece of lint on your shirt. She can talk about it for weeks. There was a piece of white lint on Leland’s shirt. How can anyone talk about that for weeks? I don’t know, she replied. Do I look like a fussbudget?