Half way through dinner we realized the pop was still in the freezer, and had been for nearly 3 hours. I feared the worst- a huge mess; pop everywhere; hours of clean up. However, when we got back, Dusty rushed to the freezer and the pop was fine- it wasn't even frozen at all, just nicely chilled. How lucky is that, right?
Before we left for Vegas Dusty bought some diet coke (which sadly he can't drink anymore because it makes his stomach hurt...thankfully...). I didn't know it at the time, but again Dusty put his pop in the freezer so it would be nice and cold for the long drive to Vegas. Hours after we'd already left Dusty remembered his pop. Again, I feared the worst, but this is all that happened....

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