I have a magic ice tea elf in my house. I drink ice tea, sometimes I drink all of it. I'm thirsty. I could make some more, my hands are not broken. The truth of the matter is whenever I make ice tea it just isn't the same. It punishes us all.
Here is how it works. I leave an empty pitcher on the counter, walk away. POOF. Ice tea is made and in the fridge moments later.
It's reason 3,589,436 I love my husband and I am lucky to have him. It's also just another reason to post Halloween pictures which, if you haven't noticed, I'm obsessed with.