I am so cool.

It's a really hot, humid night. I really needed a drink before bed, and since tea was out of the question (I'd never get to sleep if I had another cup), I decided that ice water was the best way to go.

I survived six months without a fridge. My milk would go off in a day. After storing beer, easily available ice is the best reason to have a fridge. I filled my pint glass (originally purchased to hold Guinness) two thirds full of water, opened the freezer, reached into the little plastic bucket and pulled out two handfulls of ice-cubes.

One ice-cube, balanced on top of the pile in my right hand, teetered for a moment and then fell out. It bounced off the lip of the freezer door, careened at a strange angle... then I reached across and caught it on top of the equally overloaded pile of ice-cubes in my left hand. Where it stayed.

Should I worry that this is the most impressive accomplishment of my day? :)