While doing some light plumbing Sunday (trying to replace a faucet in the upstairs bathroom), I pulled up on the existing faucet after loosening it and I suddenly heard a horrible noise. It was kinda like Niagra Falls from a distance and I knew this wasn't good. Walker and I ran downstairs screaming to Mike, who had fallen asleep in his chair watching golf. I told him something had broken and I could hear water rushing in the walls. Me: "How do we turn the water off to the house???" Mike: "I don't know...what? Why? What happened?" Me: "HOW DO WE TURN THE WATER OFF TO THE HOUSE???" Mike: "What did you do?" Then as water begins to gush from the light fixtures and the ceiling, around the hall door, he finally understood why I was asking. And neither of us had any idea how to stop it. It was an awful feeling. I was hysterical for about 4 minutes - couldn't find my cell phone, didn't know what to do, imagining the floor jus...
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