Since then, things have been rated in comparison to ice. "It's not ice!" I would say of something do not want, but less so than a grubby piece of ice. This morning in Target, I discovered a screaming green vinyl purse with velcro, a clear hoop for a clasp, and disturbing amounts of chain. "That's ice," I declared.
As Timecube has become a standard for crazy, so has ice become a standard for "no, really do not want!" in this household. Despite the fact that this is Arizona, and we really do, in fact, want ice.