That's How You Know It's Love

After a great weekend with my parents and my brother down in DE the boy and I braved the DE beach traffic and what should have been a 3 hour drive back to Bloomfield. Well, that took about an hour longer than it should have but we made it safely nonetheless. We unloaded the car of the moo and our bags of tax free goodies and headed into the house. Now of course, there were a few wedding items acquired over the weekend so I headed down to the basement to put them away with the other things.

Wait-whats that smell?...It smells more like basement than it should down here. I turn the corner and see the Elliptical machine, the Pilate's Machine and other precious items all sitting in about 1-2 inches of water.

Oh crap.

"Babe?" I yell to my fiance who is happily unloading our cabinets for new dishes we acquired over the weekend. "I think we have a problem!". The quite old hot water heater gave up on us sometime over the 90 degree weekend and roasted in the blazing heat down in the basement over the weekend.

After two and a half hours of disgusting, water drenched 1962 Disco carpet and tile removal from the finished side of our basement, the boy and I looked at each other. I was standing in one his old t-shirts and my old black Capri pants painted with different colors of rooms of our house. I was also wearing my argyle rain boots. We were standing in the filth of the of the once finished side of the basement sweaty, hungry, tired and dirty. I kissed him and said, "These are the things that build character". He said he was proud of me for helping out so much. Besides-I hated that ugly old carpet anyway.

And that's how you know its love.