three cheers for old houses: hip, hip, fuck it.

[constance]

So if you're anything like me, it has often occurred to you to wonder, in between rounds of reading porn on the internet, what happens to a sheet of plaster three feet long, two feet wide, and three quarters of an inch thick when it falls from a height of eleven feet.







Also, here's a gratuitous picture of the dog post-cleanup, because the camera was already out and because he was sitting so sweetly without even being asked. Amazing.

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[tofty.livejournal.com]

Luckily, I was at work when it happened. Evidence points to the pets spending most of the day either lounging in my bed or sleeping in the sunroom when I'm out. When I'm at home, I spend 90% of my waking time sitting about three feet away from that spot, and the dog sometimes sleeps directly under it, so I'm very grateful it happened while I was out.