Hmmm, funny story about things falling from the sky.
We bought a church built in 1899...
Think small southern church not big catholic church.
Shortly after moving in and beginning construction I was downstairs working. I heard a huge crash upstairs and came running up the stairs to find that the plaster in front of the basement stairs had fallen down from the 16 foot high ceiling. It made a godawful sound. Scared the poop out of me!
It was the first set of tears I dedicate to my house! I remember calling husband and saying...I hate this f**king house! Why did we do this!!! I want a normal house!!! Le sob, Le boo hoo hoo.
Then darling husband says...Remember honey,, you said you didn't want a house that looked like everybody elses?
That was definately the wrong thing to say to an irrational woman who's house was obviously trying to kill her!
Falling 100 year old horsehair plaster, may not kill you but it sure makes a big stinky mess!
Chrystal