Monday, January 28, 2013


Well I tried to get my work out on tonight. And then I looked up and the ceiling and noticed this...

Oh the joys of being a fucking homeowner.

Yeah, that's a bubble in my bedroom ceiling. I have no clue how to deal with this. I tried to continue my workout while texting my husband (who conveniently is at work) and some other family. My sister told me to poke the bubble and put a bowl under it. Only the tiniest bit of water came out, but now it is dripping. And not stopping. Now I'm sitting here alone wondering what the hell I am supposed to do.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

At least I tried to get a workout in. Twenty minutes is better than zero minutes.

Guess that's my disappointed face. (Holy boobies!)

Buggen Me Bad


  1. That happened to me, luckily while I was still renting. My landlord let it drain and then patched it. Good luck!

  2. You're right- 20 min is better than zero! Hope your ceiling is nothing major!! eek.

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