Apparently the genius who installed the tile in our bathroom didn't have Teh Intarweb or he (no doubt) would have known that you never grout the joint between tiling and bathtub.
Since Teh Intarweb wasn't invented in 500 BC when this tub was installed, Genius Boy (the kindest of the names I muttered as I was sitting in the bathtub with a chisel and mallet for 2 hours this morning) in his innocence grouted the joint. Which means every time someone steps into the tub, or leans against the wall, or changes the temperature of the area (like when you, y'know, take a shower) the grout (which is really a form of cement, which is, as you know if you've ever stubbed your toe on the stoop, rather rigid) cracks. No, seriously, did you know? Grout cracks!
So this morning's relaxing task of scraping out some caulk (which I am now an expert in) turns out to be a blister-raising hair-pulling screwdriver-dulling Sisyphean nightmare.
Nonetheless, I seem to have made some geological headway. A good solid scrub leaves the bathtub looking downright lovely.
Hmm, okay, maybe not so much. Still, I will give it the rest of today to dry, and tomorrow...The Caulking!
Comments (2)
You did know that there is a reason the PO is called the PO didn't you? OH! You thought it meant previous owner?
Nah.
Posted by marye | September 1, 2007 7:24 PM
Posted on September 1, 2007 19:24
Marye: LOL! Okay I'll have to remember that one.
Posted by Mrs. TDH | September 3, 2007 4:11 PM
Posted on September 3, 2007 16:11