Calm down, Chicken Little. It's just the bathroom ceiling.
Gasp!
The bathroom ceiling is falling! The bathroom ceiling is falling!
I heard the bump the tile made as it let loose of it's apparently tenuous hold on the top of the room and made connection with the bottom of the room, but with teenagers and dogs abounding every where in our house, I wrongly assumed it was a noise made by one of them.
No such luck.
Even better, my husband saying don't touch it, it's asbestos tile.
Gasp!!!
Oh, wait. Calm down again, Chicken Little. It's not asbestos. It's just a really old, dirty, gross "white" piece of the ceiling.
That will sit propped up against the wall waiting for reattachment or a bathroom remodel.
Whichever comes first.
I'm betting the remodel, and we don't have any plans to start that for at least a year.
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