Peace The Fork Out, Bathroom Ceiling

It was with great happiness that Cathy and I bid adiós to our scary bathroom ceiling, which was threatening to fall on our heads. The landlady fought long and hard for us, screaming and demanding to our upstairs meany neighbor that he repair our roof. After much Spanish "no way, you're crazy! such things have never been heard of!" he caved in and came through. The scariest part of the bathroom was right above the toilet. There, the ceiling had actually begun to sag, and the water stains sometimes leaked. We had to place the toilet paper in the NEVER-USED bidet to keep it from water damage. Sometimes I wore galoshes and waded through puddles to wash my hands or brush my teeth. Suffice to say, we spent little time in the bathroom to avoid risk of premature and embarassing deaths.

Insert one new ceiling and one EXTRA crazy landlady currently mopping my floors. She won't leave the apartment!