Mold Rights

So, we've got ourselves a weeeeeeee bit of black mold in the basement (and in the coat closet and behind the bookshelves and in the bathroom). I was sufficiently freaked out because everyone knows black mold comes alive at night and eats your babies. However, I did a little research, and I think we're going to be okay. No abductions imminent.

To spite the mold, we are looking for a new house. Actually, just pretty sure 630 square feet and no garage, a wet basement, and VERY limited storage will drive a person to distraction in a little under 1 month.

We've been living here for a total of 6 years now. (I say total, and there's a long story in that, all for another day.)

So, the look is on. No keepers yet, but I've got my hopes up and eyes peeled. We've gone through 7 houses, none too pretty. One was in nice shape, had a nice garage and basement and attic, but the main floor was, well, depressing as hell--tiny and claustrophobic. As sort of a main floor dweller, I wasn't impressed.

We're also currently looking for a car. A nice Honda Civic or Accord or the like preferably. I want good gas mileage and no breakdowns. Our little (meaning huge) Subaru Legacy wagon has served us dutifully--the thing's been a trouper. But last week, she started flashing "oil at temp" and was apparently trying to signal us to say that her transmission's on the fritz. After the weekend in the shop, the mechanic (or rather the coordinator) calls (good luck talking to a mechanic) and says, "We can't get the light to turn on, so we don't know what's wrong." "Whatdya they think she's just gonna open up to anybody?! She doesn't even know you guys." On the up side, the light's off and she's running. Not so great = the transmission could explode at any second (we only know it's the transmission because my husband's a whiz with cars, a whiz I tell ya!). And another thing, whose genius idea was it to make it impossible to fix a car without the computer saying what's wrong!?! Engineers! :/

P.S. I didn't just leave all the mold everywhere. I left it in the basement (hey, it's got to be free to incubate somewhere--mold rights), but the rest has been sufficiently bleached, vinegared, tea tree oiled, and scrubbed. Just so you know. I'm not a complete slacker.