Lincoln and I have been living in a basement apartment since we were married. We have been so happy with our STEAL of a DEAL. We pay about HALF of what others in our area are forking out (especially so close to the metro), which shows just how expensive housing is in DC. However, today was one of those days where, for a second, I thought, "I can't wait to move into a nice apartment!" I dream of the day when we will have an apartment that's at least as big as my in-laws' master bedroom suite, and that will include all the amenities: from an OVEN, ceilings taller than 6 1/2 feet, carpet, a kitchen sink that doesn't leak, and maybe, if I am really lucky, a dishwasher.
But after tonight, I have added one more to the list---- A ceiling without a gaping hole.
Earlier today as I was walking over to the study area, I noticed some water leaking from the ceiling. As I examined the leak, I realized that it wasn't just a tiny leak---there was a huge pocket of water waiting to explode--with only a layer of paint holding it in. SO I yelled for Lincoln, and he came to the rescue. He took a towel and pressed it against the ceiling as the whole thing fell down to the ground.

Then Lincoln took a knife to it and cut the hole into a more manageable shape.


At least now it is a rectangular shape... I wonder if I watch enough HGTV, if I'll learn how I can decorate around the hole to give it a modern look with great curb appeal...