One night, I was laying on my bed, on my back, looking up. I thought
“Hmmm, that looks funny.”
Like a dummy, I gave it a poke. Can you say DUMB???
There was a wet me, a wet pillow, and a wet bed.
It’s a good thing I have another bed to roll onto!!
The next day:
DH rode to the rescue.
After moving the beds and getting a bucket, he made a slit in the ceiling tile, with his handy dandy knife. He’s a lot smarter than I was!
Now we’ll see how long it takes to get the roof fixed. Oh the joys of home ownership.
Update: 2 days later, he borrowed a ladder, got some gunk, and painted the roof. Hasn’t leaked yet! Here’s hoping!!