The mold man gave his diagnosis, a shower wall and floor full of the oh-so-scary stackybockus.
The worst part isn’t the toxic headache and fatigue inducing substance. The worst part is the price tag for removing it all. And, after forking over a few thousand dollars, we will be left with a giant hole in our living room ceiling. And an unusable shower in the bathroom that already has an unusable tub.
So, it looks like that trip to Italy will have to be postponed, as we get ready to remodel the bathroom. Which sucks and all, but I do realize I have a pretty awesome life if my choices are: go to Italy, or get a new bathroom? In an economy where many are choosing between groceries or gas, I’ll gladly take my lumps.