Two weekends ago, I was pulling down a small part of the ceiling in our sketchy basement bathroom, when I found these next to a little access hole.
The husband who lived here before spent a lot of time doing little home renovation projects. Now we understand why many of them were done very poorly.
I imagine that when he put the ceiling in the bathroom, he left that little opening to stash his vodka bottles, out of sight of his unwitting wife.
Or maybe I'm the unwitting wife and Eric has been popping down to the basement for a little nip every now and again. Thankfully, I'm pretty sure the bottles are pretty old -- or at least pre-date our July move in.