Drip, Drop. the sound of Money going plop, plop

A picture of the drops in action.

Drip...Drop...


So, I was not so excited yesterday to discover the puddles in the front room or to look up and see the continuous dripping of rain through our ceiling. I moved several plants under the drips to cut down on the annoying plip plopping, only to discover more drips.

Scott was not so pleased when he came home. Secretly I'm hoping we'll be forced to tear out the ceiling and thus the wall and floor of my sewing room and remodel.

Of course we will either have to sell the baby or ourselves on the Black Market to affod this, but so it goes.

posted by Anonymous at 3:40 PM |