Alright, so after I posted yesterday, I was looking forward to spending some quality time with my heating pad, due to the fact that my back felt like I had been kicked by a donkey after yesterday’s mining. There I was, plugging it in, pushing the buttons to get it all warmed up…when it died. The lights turned off and didn’t turn on again.
Now, this heating pad traveled with us during our 12,000 mile/50 day trip with no problems. But last night, when I really needed it, it up and kicked the bucket. Mom had to listen to me whine for almost an hour before she bought my silence (since she wanted to go to bed) with a promise of a trip to Wal-Mart to buy a new best friend (sorry, Mom).
So now, I have a new king sized heating pad and we spent the day recovering. Tomorrow, we shall go out and do something. But for now, time to return to my love. Ah, heat.