I found Jimmy Hoffa

Yesterday began the battle of the mold.

It started when I discovered a giant blister (we're talking bathtub size, big enough to fit Mr. Hoffa) in the ceiling after Thursday night's rainstorm. And some pretty squishy carpet courtesy of the volume of H2O it'd absorbed. I hated the carpet from the get-go. Guess I can get rid of it.

Ultra-convenient, since it was my first week of work and all...

A stressful workday, the Social Security Administration, trips to two different DMVs (had to get my TX license), mucho driving around after getting bad directions, an errand to borrow a ShopVac, and many phone calls later...I made headway with the problem.

Which included:

-ripping up the carpet and carpet pads

-ruining all my towels

-impaling my feet on tackstrips

-moving heavy furniture

-getting nasty carpet chemicals all over my body

-smelling like mold

-needing every window and door open to ventilate

Awesome.

Brutus sympathizes by napping.

Just like my insurance company. It is, as usual, completely incompetent and unresponsive.

So here we are. Brutus is exhausted from all the spectating.

/end rant.

I will be more chipper tomorrow.