Tonight husband kindly asked me to get him a cup of water with ice. I went into the kitchen, got two cups (the red, solo ones, for partyin') and filled one with ice and then both with water. I handed him his cup and put mine on my night table...as I reached for my cup I realized I had ice. I felt bad, even though I was going to have some ice it wasn't my ice to have, so I switched.
That is the story of the ice. I won't tell you about the blind people.
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