The "Fix-It-Up-Chappy"

I have never claimed to be handy, or even knowledgeable when it comes to fixing small repairs. So this weekend, when I hear a powerful gushing of *HOT* water coming from our kitchen sink, I felt fear surge from every part of my body. Seriously. There I was, minding my own business, when the hot water pipe decides to burst and hot water is streaming into our kitchen. LUCKILY, we got an overwhelming supply of towels for our wedding, so I threw those down real fast. The water was faster. I frantically called Christian, demanding him to come home NOW. Like the wonderful, devoted husband he is, he came home. HOWEVER, I still have about a half our to kill before he got there, and our old, funny, incapable landlord above us wasn't home. Not that he would have helped anyways. So what does any newly married girl do? Call their Dad. :) He tells me to go look around the house for the main water shut off. Picture this... this maniac girl, (who decided to work out the other day for the first time in a long time, so she was very sore) running/hobbling all around the exterior of the house in my PJ's turning every nozzle I can find, while talking on my phone. So after about 10 minutes of that, and realizing that, no, I can't fix anything on my own, I decide that I need to move ALL of the furniture in our kitchen, as to keep in away from the massive amounts of water that is now filling up most of our kitchen.
I can't do much, but I can move food. By the time this was done, my hero came home, turned off the water (by this time, it had turned cold), and began to clean it all up. While I watched and just LAUGHED. Because by this point I realised that the whole situation was pretty amusing. Christian then fixed the busted tube as I went shopping. Then he put everything back and cleaned it all up, while I slept in the next morning.

Love that guy.

oh p.s. I had JUST cleaned out house, moment before the geyser. MOMENTS. SCRUBBED.