The Ice Man Cometh... the Ice Man Leave Presents...

Here was my other discovery when I walked downstairs this morning. You know things that make you just kinda stop in your tracks and think, "what the... huh?"

So I did a little detective work.

Plastic wine glass overflowing with ice in my kitchen sink

The lake on my kitchen floor

Based on the evidence that would found at the scene, it would seem that my husband, aka The Ice Man" had some sort of "ice accident."

It would have to be so, for I know that my hubby (aka The Trent) would never leave a mess all over the kitchen for me to clean up.

Alas, if I attempt to piece the clues together, this is what I believe must have happened.  It would appear that as he entered the kitchen the freezer door flew open.  The icebox growled and glowed a la Ghostbusters with every intention to ice Trent to death.  In a moment which was both heroic and brave, he grabbed the first weapon within his reach... a blue plastic wine glass.  The icebox balked.  The icebox drew it's courage.  The icebox spat and spewed enormous honkin chunks of ice at Trent.  With one motion Trent (aka The Ice Man) caught said ice in the mouth of the plastic vessel and released it flying through the air to the sink.  The Ice Man vanished to save himself and the icebox melted.

That's my theory anyway.