So tonight Foo & I walked through our new home getting the home inspection done. There are some water stains on the ceiling of one of the bedrooms downstairs, and the inspector lifts up the ceiling panel to see where it could be coming from.
Perched right there behind the ceiling panel was a. . . . JESUS BOBBLEHEAD!!
No joke! It’s a Jesus Bobblehead! Omigosh. Foo and I were cracking up so much. Who doesn’t love a Jesus Bobblehead?
After we check for drugs or money, we’re going to just leave it there, and place a few of our own in the house we’re leaving. . .
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September 1, 2008 at 7:14 pm
Erica
NO Way!! I can’t believe that of all people, YOU guys would move into a house that has a Jesus Bobblehead conspicuously placed about the ceiling tiles. That is unbelievably hilarious! What more of a sign could you ask for to confirm that this house is totally meant to be yours?! Ha! I wish we had a Jesus Bobblehead hidden in our house : )
September 4, 2008 at 10:50 pm
Kristin
You’re moving? Obviously I’ve had my head up my arse, not knowing that. Perhaps a phone call may be in order… yup.
September 4, 2008 at 10:51 pm
Kristin
And incidentally, my only regret is that it isn’t a Jesus bobblehead I bought you guys. But other than that, I agree with Erica — obv. YOUR house.