And sometimes the old man isn’t snoring…. sometimes the roof leaks instead.
Last night after a freak thunderstorm (where I’m from, the weathermen like to call these “microbursts” as if that somehow makes up for the fact that they said it would be 85 and sunny with a 0% chance of rain) I went upstairs to take a shower. Upon walking into my bathroom, I noticed the bath mat was damp and the sink counter was covered in water. Even the underside of my glass shelf was wet, so I knew it had splashed. Looking up, I quickly discovered the source was the exhaust fan in the ceiling.
Having since called the landlord to report the issue – because I’m beyond the point of pointing to the ceiling, yelling “DAAAAaaad!”, and having an immediate repairman living in the house (growing up’s rough) – it has been decided we have a leak in our roof. AWE. SOME. Granted, I consider us incredibly lucky for a number of reasons. A) The storm was short-lived and once it was over, the leaking stopped and was able to dry; B) it leaked mostly through the fan, so the ceiling has minimal damage now that it’s dry; C) it leaked in a bathroom where almost everything is tile and nothing could be damaged by a little water. Phew!
I would just like to take this moment to thank our landlord for his immediate response to my frantic email and apologize that our moving into this house seems to have coincided with multiple “our house is falling apart. i swear it’s not our fault” emails.