My mom lives in Idaho. The weather is brisk in Idaho in November and there are about five more increasingly chilly months of burrrrr left up there in the Potato Province. On my temperature scale, cold is anywhere under 73 degrees. That 73 degrees must be in the sun. If it is not in the sun then it has to be 83 degrees. My husband says that I have about a 2 degree range of comfort where weather is concerned. With all due respect that's just not accurate. The way I see it, I have at least a 10 degree range of comfort, if you don't count water. If I am in any body of water which is outdoors then the water temperature must be 85 degrees, and we just cannot debate that. But I digress.
I stepped out my front door last week and there was a parcel right there on my porch. My heart gave a small leap in my chest. Parcels usually mean you are finally getting something you ordered online or from a catalog. Or from Nordstrom where they will mail your merchandise to you for free! I racked my brain. Hmmm. Brain, think back. Did you order anything from the internet or Nordstrom's lately? Then my heart actually did a little flip when the thought occurred to me that this could be a present. I love presents! But, why would anybody be sending me a present? It's not my birthday. It's too early (although you wouldn't know it by the decorations in the stores), to be a Christmas gift. Then, I saw the return address. Then I saw the familiar handwriting. Some people have such distinct handwriting. My mom has beautiful handwriting. It's a work of art really. Don't you agree?
worse better. Of course its better because, you really have to want what's inside that package to continue the ordeal journey of getting it unwrapped. Not just anybody succeeds in getting a package wrapped by my mom, unwrapped. It's safe from unwanted unwrappers, or those who are impatient. You have to have patience. You must also have a good pair of box razor cutters. But when the return address label on a package is my moms address, and it's in my moms beautiful handwriting, it's worth it. It's a present. A really cool present, and it's not even my birthday!
This blankey my mom sent me has automatic, adjustable controls and three settings. If you lose your mind and walk away from this blanket it will automatically turn itself off in 3 hours. You can clean this puppy right in your own washing machine!
drugs, prescribed medication involved. This pup is tougher than he looks. He can be vicious and fierce when he's protecting me. So back off. I am now the proud owner of a silky soft, heated blanket that matches my favorite chair and I must not be disturbed.
I needed this blankey. My mother innately knows these things. My temperature comfort range was about to be compromised! It's November. Even in Southern California! But I have not a care in the world because, my mommy is still making sure that I am surrounded in a soft, warm, cloud of comfort.
Love you more than all the electricity I'm saving by turning off the heater and turning on my blankey,