You know that old saying, when it rains, it pours? When it's an effing monsoon at our house. I preface this rant by saying I may have the cleanest kitchen this side of the Mississippi. Or at least I thought I did.
I got back home today. I've been in Hometown all week "relaxing." And thank gawd I did. I came home to: no husband (he's working until next WEDNESDAY), ants AND mold covering 50% of my kitchen, Jack, the kitty, licking BC powder out of a packet on the floor (which he conveniently knocked off the ant covered counter), and a car that won't start.
Now I'm no expert in mold remediation, but oh how I wish I was. Bob, who right this minute is sitting beside a hotel pool in Virginia (on a layover for work), is coordinating this mass effort to reclaim our house from bugs and germs (which may include Jack, who apparently loves the taste of ground up aspirin).
So. I sincerely hope your Saturday is going better than mine. This blows.
