I am an Ice Cruncher

My name is Aimee and I am an ice addict.


I'm not even kidding either.  We're talking high-functioning addict.  I look seemingly normal on the outside, but inside I have an unexplained urge to destroy a cup of ice.  The softer the ice, the better.


My desire to crunch got to the point where my fiancé suggested getting a shaved ice machine.  He was concerned that all the biting and crunching would not only put my teeth at risk of damage, but my jaw as well. 


So to the store we went.  And invested $20 on a piece of shit.

Don't waste your money.

I was so elated to find the above piece of shit.  PUMPED.  I had a little ice machine that would save me from potential dental harm!  Got it home and it broke within three days.  I was so disheartened.  This was supposed to be a magical device of shaved ice glory.


My fiancé, a worshipper and devotee of Amazon, did some research and behold--I present one of my most prized possessions.

The glory of all glories.  Praise unto thee, Magical Ice Master.

If you're an avid addict like myself, I can't recommend this creation enough.  It's shaved ice glory in one beautiful little machine.  This little dude cost about $35 and has lasted me over a year now.  The company was so nice--they accidentally sent me an extra one for free.  When we got in touch with them about the error, they said we could keep it.


The moral of this story is that I really want some ice right now.  I have water and finished my coffee.  Only 5 hours and 15 minutes to go...