Anything you can do, I can do better

Elenore, my house, decided she wanted to beat herself up a bit this weekend and left me to wake up to a lovely added water feature in my *newly finished* downstairs bathroom. After a couple trips onto the roof and a GOODMORNING/HELPDAD call to my papa, I sat down and pouted.

My dad spent SO much time working on that bathroom... he just got the drywall all put up and mudded like a week ago, and then we spackled the ceiling. And then Ellie had to go and f it all up.

Apparently a gutter upstairs had separated from the house and basically water was backing up and going behind the siding and right down into the bathroom ceiling. It sucks. The paint is peeling right off the wall, taking the primer and even parts of drywall with it. Every time I go in there I want to cry.

But don't worry, I pulled a trick out of her own book later that night and tore out her ceiling in the sitting room.

If you get to tear things up, so do I Ellie, so do I.