I had a Tool Time Sunday, let me tell you. I already “told you”:http://coldforged.org/archives/2003/04/17/your_ad_here.html about the work we had done in our bathroom. We’re one of those families that I like to think of as cursed with a White Tile Bathroom®. White Tile everywhere, floors, around the tub, making up the shower. A veritable White Tile EXTRAVAGANZA, I’m selling tickets later to witness this spectacle. So, at one point or another whole colonies of mold and assorted spores came to the decision that, for sheer beauty and grandeur, our gleaming White Tile Bathroom® was the shiznit. We fought the invading hordes — oh did we — but they’re mold… a single-minded, malignant consciousness, hell bent on marring the inherent gleamingness of the White Tile Bathroom®.
So, we had “The Honey-DOers”:http://coldforged.org/archives/2003/04/17/your_ad_here.html redo the grout and caulk in the shower stall. They sure do a better caulk bead than I could… what’s the secret? Anyhow, one thing they suggested was installing a ceiling fan in the bathroom to provide some air circulation in the room so as to reduce the enjoyment factor of any mold that happens to stop by. And that makes perfect sense to me… the sole source of ventilation is the ubiquitous little noisemaker in the ceiling that would be lucky to pull perhaps a thimble full of air through it every hour. That and the door to the bathroom. So, with the glass door to the shower closed, one can easily see the utter bliss any number of species of mold would experience in there.
This weekend was the grand installation. Did we acquire a mamby-pamby little ceiling fan? Oh hell no. We hung a 52″ indoor/outdoor model in there (with considerable effort, I must say… of course there was a flimsy ass plastic junction box in there, of course I didn’t have attic access to it, so it was simply miraculous that I was even able to extricate it in order to then install a metal junction box). At full tilt it has the horsepower to push ordinary humans (and, it must be said, ordinary cats) whimpering onto their knees, clawing at the air trying to shield themselves from the raw fury. Hair care products and assorted shaving utensils are summarily shoved to the furthest boundaries of their enclosing containers, our towels flap uncontrollably in the gale. And I’m sure the mold will be back, mocking us in our feeble attempts to make sacrosanct the White Tile Bathroom®. But at least the “ants”:http://coldforged.org/archives/2003/04/14/hating_flik.html won’t be able to hold on anymore.
Yaknow, now I know why I rarely see you online anymore. You are much more of a busy-body than I would have ever thought. Getting ready for the bambino?
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEk!
Hehe. And if it were me, I know who I’d want to be the one popping.
Hehe. And if it were me, I know who I’d want to be the one popping.
=) You can say that, my friend. But you know what’s cool? That’s it! All the big stuff is done. Now all we gotta do (well, one of us, that is) is pop the kid out
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