If you read this post you do. I believe I ended that story, of my husband demolishing our bathroom ceiling and pouring water out of the exhaust and chopping excess tubing with, "most times everything works out just fine...I hope I don’t eat my words." I'm eating them. I'm feasting on them actually. It's an all you can eat buffet. In other words, our exhaust, if used in its proper manner, will most likely set our house on fire.
For example, as I was drying my hair after a nice, hot, steamy, relaxing shower, I hear a pop and see an orange ember fall carelessly from the ceiling. FAAAAAANTASTIC! "Why, WHY, WWWHHHHYYYY is this happening???" I interrogate my husband. My handy-dandy "fix it" man. "Oh, um, crap, well, must have been the water I poured out. I mean, I think maybe some of it got into the motor, possibly...maybe..."
Ooooh, okay. I get it. Completely understandable... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? You THINK water MIGHT have gotten into the MOTOR and you never thought to maybe NOT plug it back in to suggest that it can and should be used in the manner that it is intended to be used?!? Needless to say the exhaust has been unplugged. We now tolerate a steam covered mirror and cold drafts from the bathroom door being left open during showers. FIRE EXTINGUISHERS are boldly written in all caps on our shopping list marker board right under NEW EXHAUST FAN!
Sometimes I wonder about my husband. Can't live without him, and we might all die with him. But we love him! J