Saturday, April 21, 2012
Our roof has a lot of sag to it, so Brett and Eric (a total champ for hanging in there. He and B are still there working, and it's 8pm) were in the attic trying to jack up the roof, section by section. I was cooking dinner, when I noticed a bunch of white powder on the floor. Being the detective that I am, I quickly surmised that the ceiling had cracked...and that I better get out of the way. Do you think that my house was getting back at me for calling it a "crack house"? I think it was like, "Oh, I'll show you crack house, woman!" Our ceiling didn't fall through, thankfully. But nobody wanted to stand beneath it for extended periods of time. So, I quickly finished up dinner, and swooped Scouty up and took her up to Nana & Papa's so that she could go to sleep (free of the loud noises that will surely be an accompaniment to the kitchen situation). Who knew that today would hold THIS?! Sheesh.
I'm very sorry I called you a crack house. I will never do it again. Ever.
Posted by the zundelephant in the room at 8:14 PM