RIP Heating PadPosted: December 15, 2011
Remember how I keenly advised people how to survive the winter when living with a thermostat nazi? Last night I was preparing to watch an episode of Modern Family. I dutifully plugged in my heating pad, grabbed a cup of tea and eagerly waited for the comedy to commence. Then it happened.
I turned to my husband and asked, “What was that?”
He replied, “It sounded like a fuse.”
This conclusion didn’t make sense since all lights were still shining brightly and a lame Lexus commercial played in the background (you know the one where some significant other receives a Lexus for Christmas?) I smelled smoke. So, I looked at my heating pad. The end of the cord was charred. Apparently, I twisted the cord ONE too many times.
Thankfully, nothing or no one started on fire. I am a little sad that I have to purchase another heating pad. That one has been in my life almost as long as my husband! Maybe I’ll follow the safety precautions a little more carefully this time! I advise you to do the same.