"the Man in All His Wisdom"
no more mold smell.
I yelled to the cat...
She took off like a bat out of hell and headed up the stairs...
I'm chasing her and getting her wet on purpose!
thinking, ok, I've finally lost it...
where is it coming from?
to see who I was talking to
(she's usually the only one that hangs around with me during the day)...
(yes, I talk to my cats...no. I'm not completely crazy.)
but that's a whole 'nother story)
(suzy heads back under the bed)
and the water-bubble on the ceiling is now twice as big as it was.
(in all My Infinite Wisdom)
decide to get a kitchen chair.
I have to touch the water-bubble.
(i seriously don't know, was just compelled to)
(ok, maybe I am a bit daft then, ok? I'll ask the Cat what she thinks about that...)
reaching my little pointer-finger upward, upward, up-
and 20lbs. of sopping wet, moldy insulation has now landed on my head.
I, however, haven't moved...
I'm still standing on my toes, pointing upward.
I froze in mid-air.
on the kitchen chair, pointing at the ceiling
(not touching it...no...I wouild NEVER do that Honey, really)
(that's the last time I'll listen to her...
and no more tunafish either dammit)
(it's been finished twice before)
that we might as well go ahead and remodel the entire kitchen...
DON'T Trust the CAT.