One year ago today, I blogged about the emergence of a tit in the ceiling of my hallway. What caused the creation of said booby was a torrential rainstorm and the apartment roof leaking. I live on the third and top floor of a pretty old apartment building, and considering at the time I moved in there was a big hole in the ceiling of the common hallway due to rain, I should have been prepared for the mammary to come. The problem was supposedly fixed last year.
Well, this has been a pretty rainy year for Indiana, and instead of one ceiling tit, I now have a full set of two and what I'm going to consider a protruding belly (the lyric from Missy Eliot's Gossip Folks comes to mind: "soggy breasts, cow stomachs" -- only she could rhyme something with that). Since the new protuberances never broke through and started leaking all over the wood floors, I just chalked it up to incessant rain and probably not something they can fix.
Well, yesterday morning, we had a line of very heavy rain come through, and I woke up to the "drip, drip, drip" of my original ceiling tit lactating all over the floor. Yes, I am very annoyed, but hey, I took it as a sign that I should stay home to nurse my ceiling tit along. I love working from home. I actually get a lot of stuff done, and I can take a nap without people in the office next to me hearing me snore.
The blog entry brought to you by the words tit, mamarries, and boobies. I cannot WAIT to see what sort of Google Searches land here!
2 comments:
tit, mamarries, and boobies I can't believe I read these words first thing in the mornig and before I have my coffee.
Just be happy there wasn't a ceiling cock!
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