The Hole in Ceiling

Those of you that know me well know that I'm not usually awake at 11:36 on a Monday night. In fact, I'm lucky to make it to 9:36 on a Monday night. So, you may be wondering what could be keeping me awake. Well, if you haven't guessed from the title of this post or the photos below, we have a hole in the ceiling of our bathroom.

Shortly after JR tucked me in tonight (and resumed his diligent study efforts) I heard a large crash. I thought that a bookcase had collapsed on JR. Turns out that JR thought a burglar had broken in. What really happened is that a hole formed in the ceiling of our bathroom.

Is it a little repetitive to keep typing "a hole in the ceiling of our bathroom"? I suppose so, but I'm sure you will forgive me because I'm up past my bed time and still in shock. We will not be able to use our big bathroom until it gets fixed and our expensive sonicare toothbrushes (we bought at the insistence of JR's dentist) are covered in moldy dust. My new exercise room, which I have started to use regularly, is now full of towels, linens, toiletries and JR's disaster preparedness supplies.

P.S. Dad, my bathroom ceiling hole is bigger and moldier than yours. Neener, neener. JR says he'll give you a first person account over a bud and whopper the next time we see you.