All is NOT well at La Casa de Stitch-n-Snitch. In fact, I’m ready to give up being a happy homeowner and move into an apartment just so I don’t have to maintain faulty fixtures, specifically those of the plumbing type.
I have a love/hate relationship with my shower: I love it when it’s newly clean, and I hate it the rest of the time.
Our house is pretty new (about 8 years), but my lovely shower grows mold and mildew in places I can’t reach (due to the fact that it is a custom-made number that’s basically cultured marble put together with silicone), and I have this thing about clean bathrooms and having to say, “Oh, I know the shower looks dirty, but I promise that it’s clean. I just can’t get to the mildew you see because it’s inaccessible.” Sure. Riiiight. Ugh.
Now, on top of the disgusting caulking I have to deal with on a daily basis, the handle valve has decided to rebel. I spent OVER AN HOUR fiddling with it, and the DH finally got so disgusted with the valve that he brought out the mallet and beat some sense into the doggone thing.
After dropping $50 on one dumb part and spending many more hours of finger-ripping labor, I think we just might be back in the cleaning body business. For now. Maybe. GRRRRRRR.