The Battle of the 7 Up

Pictures tell a thousand words, right? So I thought I'd post some pictures of my latest connundrum:

I'm sad because I couldn't open the 7 Up - and I look really scary because it is night time. (Sorry!)

(please ignore gross nail polish!)

So I asked Devin for help. Can you tell he's psyched to get out of his warm bed and come help his ridiculous wife that desperately wants 7 Up at 11pm at night?

Well, it turned out that the soda had sat in our fridge for so long that the carbonation had made a lot of pressure and Devin couldn't even open it himself. So he's doing this thing we call "Ecuifying" in our house. He took a knife and cut a hole into it! 

(He served his mission in Ecuador, so whenever he and his companions had to fix something in a ghetto way, they called it Ecuifying... and I guess it just stuck with us!)

It worked. I was psyched at this point.

 And just as I go to take a drink of this delicious 7 Up, I see a crack in my cute glasses! A crack! A CRACK! Dang it. I swear, in this family we are cursed with the "cracking, chipping, breaking your china and glasses" curse.



As you can tell, I was pretty upset. Grrrrr.

Until next time soda... Until next time....