I live with Bob the Builder. His alter ego is Cory, my husband. He’s taken on several projects around our house: finishing our basement, ripping up our carpet and laying wood laminate, knocking out some walls and building others. Most times the project starts out somewhat like this, and I freak out a little.
|No big deal, just our exhaust fan hanging from the ceiling. It started dripping water every time we would take a shower and have it running. Umm...not good?? Let's just cut out a chunk of the ceiling to investigate what's wrong.|
Most times everything works out just fine. (Most times, my contractor dad is here to guide the job along!) It’s been several days since this little task and I believe we’re in the clear. I hope I don’t eat my words.