So, imagine, it's 6 a.m. and your dog wakes up, jumps on the floor,
and immediately vomits... You get up to clean it up, letting your
significant other stay in bed because you get to go into work later today.

After cleaning up said vomit, you go downstairs to let both dogs
outside. After the dogs do their business outside, you let them in,
close and lock the door, and turn to head back up to bed. The dogs
havealready run upstairs to get back to sleep, and you can't wait
to do the same....

UNTIL you take about two steps away from the door, and something
EXPLODES.
Literally, it explodes, sounding like a shotgun blast. You manage
not to scream, but you throw your hands up to your cheeks,
Macauly Culkin-style, and your jaw drops open. Tears well in
your eyes from fright. You think someone is shooting at the house
or someone outside is getting shot.... Then you notice the liquid
shooting out frombehind the closed upper pantry door. Too worried
to even open the cabinet and see what the mess is from, you turn to
run up the stairs to wake your significant other, but your significant
other has already been awakened by the blast and meets you at the
top of the stairs. "Are you okay?" he yells worriedly. You reply and say
you're fine, but something exploded... Then both of you hurry into the
kitchen to discover what caused the mess...

Opening the top pantry door, more of the liquid pours out...
Then you realize one of the homemade beers brewed by your
significant other has exploded...
The plastic bottle it was kept in was dismembered.

The bottle of the plastic bottle was blown off. The top half of the
bottle shot upward with enough pressure there's now a bottlecap-sized
half-inch deep hole in the top of the pantry... By this time, beer has
leaked over all the items in the pantry, down the front of the pantry
doors, along the side of the refrigerator, and all over the floor...
The smell is nauseating to someone who doesn't like beer.

But, clean up begins..After about 20 minutes, the clean up process is
complete, at least enough for 6:30 a.m., but the fright lingers
throughout the day. The worry that all of the other bottles will or
have already exploded sits at the back of your mind, along with the
dread of coming home to clean up more of the mess.

Luckily, nothing else exploded while you were at work.

And the day continues, making for one interesting story...