It's that time of year again. Money is sucked out as fast as we can make it in order to purchase gifts for our loved ones. I find it a crime that we should be forced to work between Thanksgiving and Christmas seeing as everyone has decided to check out mentally anyway. I suppose we need to justify those paychecks somehow.
I think I have finally figured out what my respiratory issues are linked to. After some long overdue research (and a suggestion by my father), I have concluded that it is due to an over abundance of mold growing in our bathroom. So last night, I wrote my landlord and requested that he do something about it because, contrary to popular belief, Tracy and I frequently clean our apartment and the mold issue is not due to uncleanliness on our part. The reason for this fuzzy plague is that when my landlord had our bathroom designed back in 1745, he and the contractor had consumed too much paint thinner and as a result created the most retarded layout possible for a usable shower.
The layout is as follows:
The shower head juts out akwardly from the wall and hangs from the circular shower curtain rod. The rod floats like a halo above an ancient claw footed tub which sounds romantic, but trust me, anyone brave enough to sit in it for a bath would most likely develop some sort of rash. The tub is perpendicular to the direction of the shower head, so that when one turns on the water, it shoots over the narrow width of the tub and sprays the room like an elephant with a cold. As a result, everything in the bathroom gets soaked everytime you take a shower, including behind the toilet which sits a good 8 inches from the wall. If you've ever wondered where you might find perfect conditions for starting a mushroom business, look behind the toilet at 45 Wyckoff St.
Needless to say, the contant wheezing and coffing fits that start the second either my wife and I enter the apartment have caused us to finally take action. Based on previous efforts on our behalf to motivate our landlord, I should expect this matter to be fixed in time for our Christmas party, in 2009.
