fatdavid8

So . . . er, as those of you who frequently read this journal (hahahaha, ah-ha!) . . . as I was saying, some of you may remember that the MausFrau and I recently purchased a mansion (don't be impressed: property is cheap out here in the corn 'cause no one wants to live out here). Well, it turns out that the basement has a mold problem.

We had some mold remediation guys out to take a look at our basement a few days ago. They wandered about, muttering things that sounded like "aspergillis" -- or perhaps Dobie Gillis -- to themselves, and taking samples. At one point, the head guy, the mold master, called me over and said, "Mr. FatD, take a look at this. What do you think this is?"

So I had a look at this crappy wood panelling with white rings on it, and hazarded, "Mineral deposits?"

"Looks like," he answered, "But it's actually penicillin. You've got several huge penicillin colonies all over this panelling."

"So that's good news, right?" I asked, and he looked at me with a puzzled expression. "I mean, we've got mold out the yin-yang, but the house's probably free of STDs."

And hilarity ensued . . . until I got their price quote.