Today’s familiar phrases (in our house, anyway):
When it rains, it used to be outside and…into each life a master bedroom ceiling must fall onto the floor.
It was interesting to see what is above us when we sleep…and unfortunately it is our hot water heater. The good news it, the water heater is still there. The bad news is that all of the water didn’t take the usual trip to the downstairs via an endless series of pipes, but instead took the rather direct route to our carpeting, dresser, TV, Wii, Side tables, Bed, Books, Really Nice Pair of Pants, printer, and sewing machine through the ceiling.
When the ceiling finally fell, we had cleared everything out of the way. So it could be worse.
Our master bedroom is now decorated with a fabulous studded ceiling that gives you a nice view of the attic, a concrete floor, and a 6-foot high fan on high in the middle of the room.
The plumber told me he usually turns off his water when he goes on vacation. Another friend told me he has never heard of anyone doing that.
