Because that’s exactly what I’ll be doing today. Not necessarily on purpose, but as a by product of painting our newly dry walled basement bathroom. It’s not that it’s absolutely necessary, I mean the previous owner’s choice in wallpaper border half covered by dry wall compound is attractive [not], but I think a potential buyer might be more inclined to the less dramatic.
That’s where the paint fumes come in. Unless I can find my old gas mask.
Which I’ll be looking for.
OK, it’s really an old paint mask but I like to call it a gas mask because it looks like I’m going in to detonate a bomb or something. Which means it should really be called an old bomb mask.
I don’t anticipate any bombs, but I do anticipate lots of white paint on the walls in a bathroom with no windows and lots of paint fumes.
And did I mention we looked at a house for sale yesterday that must be inhabited by smokers who attempted to cover up the smoke with air freshener, which, when combined inside closed doors creates a toxic kind of killer non-air that definitely requires a gas mask? Or a bomb mask. Or a paint mask. Except we had no warning. The listing agent did not put on the showing remarks: please tell your clients to wear gas masks upon entry.
They should be required to do that. Warn people to bring gas masks. Or a hazmat team.
I almost died.
And today, I’m going to subject myself to a similar situation again. But this time I’ll come armed.
I’ll let you know how today’s fumes turn out.
– The Goat Cheese Lady