Well, not the sky, but the ceiling is falling. The garage ceiling to be exact.
We were sitting in the living room watching television this evening, and Nadia told me she had to go potty (she’s yet to actually produce anything on the potty chair, but likes to sit on it). So we headed off for the bathroom, and in the 2 minutes we were in there all hell broke lose. We returned to find hubby was in the middle of the living room bellowing “oh my gosh, you won’t believe this, you’ve got to see this!”
Having no idea whatsoever what was going on, I followed him into the kitchen to find the door to the garage standing open and what looked like smoke billowing in. Well, it wasn’t smoke; it was insulation. I hadn’t heard a thing from the bathroom, but the garage ceiling had collapsed with a resounding crack (I still can’t believe I didn’t hear it…DH was in full freak out mode, having thought someone was breaking into the house. He’s paranoid that way).
Yes, I’m serious; the former garage ceiling now lies in a mound on the garage floor. Acoustic tiles and insulation are everywhere. It looks like a bomb went off in there. I certainly wasn’t expecting that after my exhausting day at work (more about that later…too tired to write about it tonight). I have no idea why the ceiling decided to fall tonight.
The good news is that no one was hurt and it’s just cosmetic, not structural at all. And, we don’t have to foot the bill since we rent the house.
But the bad news is that we got to call Vasily’s parents, who own the house, and tell them about this latest thing gone wrong. The house is old (built in the 1960s) and it’s starting to show its age with a string of costly repairs – foundation, plumbing, flooring, and now this. We are looking to move before too long and they are working on getting the house market-ready….but then stuff like that happens.
