[member=19511]Scott B[/member] Are you using Muriatic acid for the etching?
How much did you cut it if that's what you were using?
The last few years I was doing masonry, there were a few masonry cleaners that were in use and more still coming out that were far safer than the muriatic acid that had been used for years. They were far less toxic to eyes and lungs and with just a little more time involvement were just as good for cleaning masonry.
another pro for using those newer products (If I got involved, the product of choice was Brick Clense, or maybe it was Brick Klenz, or something like that) was that one did not have to worry (so much) about they pants falling off hours later and looking down to see there was nothing left of the garment.
Another story: Somebody had given me a pair of Levi's as he had told me they were too small for him. Not too many guys were smaller than I, so I guess he thought of me right away. The pants were like brand new and since they were "the right price". I accepted. That evening I was going to be visiting my good friend with whom we always listen to (pre TV days) the Thursday nite fights. his new bride was always a part of the audience, but she was not so interested in the fights as she was in just good conversation. We enjoyed her company for the great cookies and other goodies she always supplied us with. (At least that was my explanation. I suppose my buddy had other reasons for keeping her around :

) Anyhow, since most of my dungarees were getting somewhat worn I decided to wear my new acquisition. they were so new the color was not even faded.
At some point during the (after dinner) fights, I had to get up to go pee. As I walked across the room, the wife started laughing. My buddy was engrossed in the fight talk, so he was not aware of what his wife was laughing at. For him, the fights were quite serious, as he was a pretty good boxer him self. He and I had had this thing going a couple of years earlier where we had sort of settled our territories. I had, upon a couple of occasions, whipped him pretty good at wrestling. He was, I knew, pretty good with his fists. I knew that several fight managers in the area had been after him for years, even while in high school, to go into boxing. He was really good. The couple of times I had beaten him at wrestling, he would tell me that someday, he would get me with the gloves on. well, that is another story not going into here, but after that matchup, we never fought again, not at either sport. We decide that if we were going to be friends, there was not much to gain fighting about it.
As his bride was laughing, finally my pal looked my way and went into convulsions. It seems the seat of my pants were non existent. Upon further scrutiny, it was noticed that there were holes starting to show in other areas of the pants as well. I found out later that the guy who had given me the pants had spattered acid on them, but supposedly had washed them immediately. I don't even remember who it was, so he must not have been one of my best friends. Was I set up? I never really knew. All i remember was the results. By the time I got home that nite, my pants were somewhat non existent. It took a long time for me to outpace the razzing i got with each visit to listen to the Thursday nite fights. [wink]
Just one of the little side benefits to using muriatic acid. The slightest spatter can be quite embarrassing. But the real health hazards are no where near as funny.
Tinker