Today's post celebrates ice in some of its many forms.
There's this kind, of the frozen fountain:
This kind, aka rocks:
The winter recreation kind (Is that me or Tonya Harding? Impossible to know!):
The sporty kind (As in the indoor football team based in Fort Collins.):
And who doesn't love this kind? (Not mine, but I wish.):
But my favorite kind of ice these days is this kind:
because for the first time ever, I have a refrigerator with an ice maker. That's right, ice at my fingertips, with no refilling and twisting of those drippy, stubborn trays. I'm feeling pretty spoiled, my friends, I must say. And Dr. Oz (who may or may not live behind a curtain in the Emerald City, I'm not sure) says that drinking eight glasses of ice water a day boosts metabolism enough to burn off 70 extra calories. At that rate, I'll have to drink a bathtub of it to burn off the chocolate I just ate, but I suppose every little bit helps.