StarvingButStrong is a woman. The dolt she’s castigating is her husband. The “Burning Bed” reference is hyperbole. She’s indulging in a marital rant.
I think you need to go change your diaper.
Suggested Ad Slogan: “There ain’t no way to hide your Crying Ice.”
I have a feeling that he (she?) was joking.
Painful, Tenar, painful. That pun is something to really cry about. Arrrggghhh!!
I think this is endemic to most offices. It freaking drives me nuts. Nearly every single time I went to get a cup of coffee, I was refilling it. I didn’t really care–it took me all of, oh, 30 seconds to do, but come on! I don’t want the burnt dregs left on the bottom of the pot. Has not everyone been taught the office mantra “if you kill it, please refill it”? And, yes, leaving half a centimeter of coffee counts as “killing it.”
I know this wouldn’t solve the underlying problem, but is it an option to buy ice?
(Seriously, is it? We’ve got no less than three bodegas within walking distance, but I realize that’s not the case with everyone. If the nearest anything is half an hour away by car, I retract my suggestion.)
I was actually thinking some dirty clothes and some clean clothes. And a few personal items.
All in all, a fine confluence of thread title with poster name.
A definite candidate for '05’s Top Ten List.
You know, many freezers can have an Icemaker added after the fact. I think it beats homicide and jail time, probably cheaper than a decent handgun.
But it is good to vent, go for it and then shop for that icemaker.
Eep! Then having her own little fridge would be a weird suggestion. Probably too weird for her to spit in the ice cubes, as well. Though both are more kind than setting him on fire. Decisions, decisions…
Get a medium sized plastic container (enough to hold two full trays of ice) and fill it with ice cubes. Now you should have 2-4 trays of ice at all times. This should prevent future shortages.
I went to Wally World and purchased the fluid-filled cold cups to avoid this problem. Two teenage boys suck down the ice in seconds, so the cups have the freezer door all to themselves and I have a cold drink whenever I want.
They were 88 cents apiece, or something like that.
Two items in particular seem at odds here…
From now on, if he gets a say in what equipment YOU get in YOUR kitchen, then you get a say in what equipment HE gets in HIS shed. I have a feeling he won’t be happy when you tell him that he doesn’t need (lawn care product) “how hard is it to (manual lawn care task) anyway?”
And who do you think is not going to bother to fill the container around the OP’s house?
Actually this comeback is quite funny if intended as a joke. Really moronic otherwise.
Does doing all the cooking mean cleaning the kitchen too? If so then it’s the default “it’s kitchen related” arguement wich is also lame.
My solution in cases like this is to teach by example. Figure out when about when roomie might want some ice and use it all leaving the trays out.
“Oh* that’s* how it feels.”
If it was my kids I would take the ice tray to them and tell them to refill it and put it back.
This idea has potential. Next time Moma’s boy leaves the ice tray empty go out and take a big steaming crap in the yard.
“Yooo Hooo, Moma’s boy. There’s a mess in your yard that needs attention” 
Well, I’m glad at least SOME of you understood the magnitude of his crime. 
In rectrospect, once I’d cooled down, I think the “I don’t have to cook” excuse was an attempt at a joke. Dangerous thing to try when we’re in a heatwave and the AC has been off for more than 24 hours.
I think I may have scared him – truly, I almost NEVER lose my temper, I’m always teased by my friends about how easy going I am – because he went right out and came back with not just a bag of ice (aaaaah!) but a quart of hand-packed peppermint fantasy ice cream plus a container of genuine hot fudge from our favorite ice cream place. (Triple aaaaaah!)
Or maybe he just felt guilty. Whatever.
So…he got to sleep in safety last night. 
Gotta echo This Year’s Model on this. Do you really think that someone who would fails to fill the ice trays and instead leaves them on the counter could actually be bothered to fill the bucket? Or to leave the bucket ice for the kitchen slave? Nuh uh. I speak from experience when I say SBS will come home to the bucket and the trays empty and on the counter.
Death ain’t good enough. He won’t learn nothin’ that-a way.
No, torture. Long, slow torture. Torture that involves the scorching of the throat and sinus cavities. Perhaps involving a burning coal that has been soaked in Tabasco sauce. How long should it last? How long does it take to freeze ice? And at the end of the torture, get rid of the ice down the sink, and leave the empty trays on the counter next to his smoldering head.
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! cough cough
Excellent! Sounds like guilt is doing its nasty little job. Betcha it’s a long time before he forgets to refill the ice trays again.
And when he does, you can use Cheesesteak’s brilliant suggestion of getting veto power on future power lawn tools.
Marriage. It’s a game of give and take. And the occasional use of a blunt instrument. Bwahahahahaha…
Goddamn I am loving the Pit today! It’s rare we see so many violent outpourings of irrational hatred on one page. Just one easy click to view your trainwreck of choice!