This is getting old.

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It rained heavily the other night, which means I woke up to this.

Again.

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My husband puts a paper towel in the bowl because he can’t stand to hear the dripping. This from the man who has the audio level of the television at 31.

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No matter how many times he fixes, replaces sections of, tars or flashes the roof?

This.

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It’s enough to make me scream because it doesn’t happen every time. We can have a rip roarer of a downpour and it will be fine. Then a normal shower will cause a breakthrough.

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So I bleached and patched the ceiling, again. Cursing under my breath the entire time.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten?

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Didn’t seem overly concerned.

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29 thoughts on “This is getting old.”

      1. It’s funny, he was at heart a watercolorist and didn’t often work in oils. Our house is full of his work and my husband likes all of them. Except this one… because it’s too impressionistic. So naturally I hung behind the television he’s always watching.
        🤣

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    1. It’s crazy. We have no idea where it’s coming in as none of the wood on the roof is wet or damaged. We had the chimney too replaced a few years ago and just replaced the gutters. It’s maddening… doubly so because I want to replace the flooring but not until we solve the leak.
      😬

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