Um, I forgot that I was telling you about this.
Package 3 was a carpeted heating mat. I got Lloyd some hot feet! Cozy Toes! Roasty-toasty tootises! Heated heels! Enough!
In a fit of frenzied buying at the beginning of the school year, I ordered a heating mat for Lloyd to keep at his computer desk. He’s right by the window and doesn’t want any part of my crazy heat-providing contraptions. “My monitor will keep me warm,” he insists. Well, I know his comfort level better than he does – I am a woman, after all – so I ordered something anyway.
A few weeks ago I thought, “Hey. Where’s that heated mat?” I checked my Amazon account and I had ordered it with an old credit card and the order had been canceled. Was that enough to make me stop and say, “Hey – maybe you don’t really need that”? Heck, no! I re-ordered it!
And here it is. Again, much like the sock-mocking, once he tried it, he loved it.
I have re-purposed the heating panel from the kotatsu disaster, too. Let’s be honest – I don’t watch t.v. anymore. I park myself on this stool and sit here until it’s time to go to bed. And now I have hot knees! Cozy calves! Shmoking shins! Seriously! Stop!