This is a Post About My Husband

Normally, I don't post anything negative about him because if he were to decide one day to read this stuff, I really wouldn't want him to read a bunch of ranting about him. However, I feel that I must vent about this--

My husband has two college degrees. He has a Bachelors in Anthropology, and a Bachelors in Nursing. He is a smart man. I love this man. He has as much common sense as an ostrich.
Today, I was upstairs getting Coralie dressed when a heard a very loud crash from downstairs in the kitchen. It sounded like pots & pans falling. My exact thought was, 'Sounds like pots & pans. I don't want to know'.
Hubby comes upstairs and tells me one of the hooks holding the pot rack up pulled out of the ceiling (as a side note, there's actually sortof a 'box' built out from the ceiling that used to have a cabinet hanging from it, that's what the rack was hooked into). I thought about that for a minute, and asked him how that could be if it was screwed into a stud. Conversation continued as follows:

Husband- 'It wasn't screwed into a stud. There aren't any there.'
Me (after thinking about this for a few minutes)- 'There HAS to be wood in there, there was a kitchen cabinet there.'
H- 'Well, I didn't hang it in any wood.'
M- 'Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?'
H- 'Well, I thought they were in there pretty good.'
M- 'Well, we're not going to hang it up again that way.'

So, it come down to: my pot rack has been hanging in nothing but sheetrock for the last 6 months, with ALL of my pots & pans & their respective lids on it, because he thought there weren't any studs in there & so didn't bother to look. Somehow, I managed not to completely explode. Methinks I'll just re-hang the pot rack myself. IN THE STUDS.