Dont want to make it rain.

This is an archived one from about 3 or 4 years ago. I read it and thought I would share it too...An oldie but goodie.

Steve and I moved into our new house 3 months ago. Since then it has been project after project. And some of it proved to be very challenging. Ripping down walls, installing new wood floors...even building a new stair case. Fun stuff! Our latest project has been in our bedroom. We have discovered that we could gain at least 6 feet of ceiling by removing the current one and building directly on the rafters. This will also allow us to put in some sky light windows, and even a little storage loft. All genuine enhancements to our long awaited ocean view bedroom.

Tho original plan was to do one half of the room at a time. That was we could just move the bed and everything else to one side of the room while we worked on the other. But it did not take but one night to come to the understanding that this was not going to work. So Steve insisted that we move into our spare bedroom until we finish the work. So I walk across the hall scratching my head. "I really don't think the bed will fit in here" I say. But Steve was already measuring. And decided we could after all fit the king size bed in there with about a foot and a half of extra space. "It's OK we can live with it for a few days" Steve said. "OK" I said "Just make sure there is a place to put the humidifier. This room is really small and the forced hot air heat will probably suffocate us with no moisture." "OK no problem" Steve says. We spent the rest of the day ripping out the ceiling, followed by a nice relaxing dinner and some TV time.

Steve had gone to bed a little early that night. Wadsworth and I stayed behind watching the rest of a Match Game Marathon. Eventually we made our way up stairs. As I opened the door the bed was Right There! I was surprised the door opened all the way. Wadsworth jumped up into bed and I followed. I guess I had been asleep for about 3 hours when I felt a drip on my head. I opened my eyes and pondered what it could have possibly been. I decided it was nothing and closed my eyes again. About 30 seconds later I felt another one on my face. But I just rolled over and to my delight Wadsworth was laying there with his paws out but his head was up. He was awake. A few seconds later another drop. And now Wadsworth was biting the air. He does this when he sees bugs or snow flakes. I poke Steve. "There is something fucking leaking in here"
I whisper. "There can't be anything leaking in here there are no pipes around this room." Steve replies in a most annoyed state. "I'm fucking telling you something is leaking in here." I say. "The drops woke me up and Wadsworth is snapping at them." Steve reaches over and pets Wadsworth's head and kisses his ears. "Joel just go back to sleep. It is not raining outside, there are no pipes in these walls it is impossible for there to be anything leaking in here." Steve said as he then rolled back over. "Fine!" I said as I rolled over. "But I am fucking telling you I know I felt drips of something!" "Have another drink." Steve says. "Fuck you." I reply. "Good night Snookawookim I love you" Steve says in a most sincere way. "Fuck you. There is something fucking dripping here!" I respond.

About 5 minutes later Wadsworth is now snapping his teeth over and over again. He let out one of his little moans before he nudged me on my neck. He only does this when he needs something. When I open my eyes and pet him I realize he is soaked. I knew he couldn't be sweating. And I also knew he did not piss the bed. Then I felt the drips again. feeling my hair I noticed it was rather wet too. "Stephen Get the fuck up!! There is something very wrong in here, and I want to know what the fuck it is." I said with a raised voice. "Yeah I just felt a couple drips too." he says in a voice that finally shows some interest in my concern. "I couldn't fit the tables and lamps in here." he says. "Reach over and flip the light switch." he said.

When the light came on. We were in awe instantly. The room had turned into a weather system. The ceiling was now sea of dark clouds. And they were indeed dripping moisture. Everything in the room was soaked. But the fact that there were clouds in the room really fascinated me. I sat up and stared. I giggled with excitement. I looked over into the corner and the steam was bellowing from the top of the digitally programmed $80 hot air humidifier that I insisted we get 2 of when the forced hot air heat came on the first few times in our new house.

"Oh Fuck!" Steve says. "I forgot to chance the square foot setting on that thing when I bought it in here." he moans. I cant take my eyes off the clouds. "Wow" I say out loud. "I can't fucking believe my eyes." Steve storms out of the room. Wadsworth follows him to escape the moisture. Steve comes back with loads of towels and throws them at me. "Start wiping down the walls." he says with panic in his voice. "We need to dry everything as quickly as possible before it gets ruined." he says as he now is opening the window's. "Wait Wait" I cry..."Maybe we should get the camera first. No one is going to believe this. Plus. What if we have to file an insurance claim?" I plead. Steve grabs the towels and starts to dry the walls. Then he starts flipping out that all the sheet rock is going to be ruined. Steve becomes more and more frantic. And is now yelling at me. "Joel don't just fucking sit there. We need to move quickly." he cries. I grab him by the arm and pull him towards me. "Hey bud, Sweetie snookawookum." I say with love. "We have created a rain storm in our guest room. Doesn't that account for something?"

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