So two weeks ago when we were suffering through the Polar Vortex, I heard a pop. Andy was already asleep on the couch (resting his eyes, as he calls it) so he missed the whole episode. I looked around the house but couldn't find anything amiss.
Then, while he was at work the next day, I heard the pop again. I looked around and saw nothing out of place. Turns out, I think, the two pops were soda cans exploding on our uninsulated back porch. Andy found the busted can when he was grabbing a Coke the other day. We assume most of the Coke was frozen, but guess what was liquid just dripped onto the back porch. Good thing it's diet soda. Even the box burst open.
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