So, today was a royal pain in the few places that ouch the most. Let’s see now: there’s a wall in one bedroom here that needed two minor patch jobs thanks to the pipe behind it getting slightly leaky. That’s all well and good and the inspector who popped up last Friday gave out that appointment like he was handing out Halloween candy. Then, on a whim I had him check out the wall in the kitchen with the two cracks in it and *whamm-oooo*, things got ugly. Suddenly, he’s up on a stepladder here and mumbling into his cellphone. I hear “asbestos” mentioned and my brain spins around like a kid on a soda shoppe stool who just got a free scoop of ice cream in his sundae. Only it’s not a sundae I’m getting, but a lousy case of déjà vu all over again (thanks, Yogi!) with a big fat, juicy Red #40 colored cherry on top.

Yuck…

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