Proof Positive

Here's concrete, well ice and plastic, proof that I do, indeed, need a helmet. It's also proof that I shouldn't be the one driving the short bus, but rather, one of the passengers.

Full five gallon bottle of Culligan+brutally cold temperatures and ice=




A rather large explosion that was so loud it woke Tess from a deep sleep and caused mass panic in her little dog body.

Shrapnel...



The pieces literally landed here after the bottle exploded on my porch.

Guess that's one bottle deposit I won't be refunded! I'm half tempted to save the bottle to show to the Culligan man and see if I can get a good laugh. Now, if someone can tell me where to purchase a helmet, I'll be in good shape.