As you all know, we are house hunting. My desperation always rises when it is laundry night, or some house problem is occuring that my landlady will freak out about. We bought a new range, because the idea of her dealing with it and her stress level was too much for us. All of the little things are just getting to me.
She just got back to town last week after being at her second home for a month. I immediately realized when she parked her car in the garage that her month-long repair to her fuel system failed. Diesel fumes filled the garage. I enter our apartment through the garage. Our kitchen opens up into the garage, and our room is about 10 feet away. Needless to say, I do not want to be breathing diesel fumes all night. She did not believe me when I told her about the car (I suppose after all of that time and money you want to believe they fixed it), but it was easy to prove. After about a week of the car being in and out of the garage, I think she brought it in to the dealer. After work, the garage had a new funk, like diesel mixed with a bouquet or urine. The floor had white looking powder. Mike discovered an empty jug of...drum roll please.... AMMONIA!!!!. I can not comprehend why you think that would help matters. I guess she never took any chemistry in school. So at 10 PM, Mike was out pouring kitty litter on the mess and praying he could adequately clean it up.
So that 5-7,000 a month mortgage is looking so attractive now.
1 comment:
One better solution to Kitty Litter you might consider: I have heard it is better to cover the ammonia and diesel fuel with some Scott's Turf Builder. It' might accelerate the housing issues. ;)
Just kidding.
-P
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