The Saga of the Heated Mattress Pad
All I wanted was a heated mattress pad. Or failing that, even an electric blanket. Was that too much to ask? So off I went last night to Wally World. Home of everything, it's mother, and it's mother's duck.
No joy. That's right. There was no joy in Mudville. No heated mattress. No electric blanket. The nice lady in the home section told me that she could have sold at least 100 more units. harumph That's just the number of ones that folx asked about. ::rolls eyes::
OTOH I did find a nice set of red sheets for $10 for Corwyn to use when he finally moves into his sister's room. He's going to keep her bed and she's going to take the futon that's currently down in the wreck room. We're going to have to get a futon to go into Dale's office before Christmas so that Sarah has a private room to stay for Christmas Eve. I would not be surprised if she stayed at a certain someone's place at other times but I hope that she would stay at our house for Christmas Eve. It's important to us.
I tried JC Penny. No joy. I couldn't even find anyone to help me for what felt like forever. I was on the verge of tears. By the time I left the mall I was tearing up. So I ended up heading to Kohl's because massagediva mentioned them and I trust her. Aha! The last two heated mattress pads in Murfreesboro! And at 60% off!! One queen and one twin!! I snatched up the queen and hobbled to the register (I can only run here and trust me, with the hideous weather we've been having here, I hobbled). $60someodd later I headed victoriously to the mancave where my husband was practicing music with Four Foot Gypsy (yes, they're back together & will be gigging in Memphis! Watch this space!).
I stopped by Jack in the Box and got their teriyaki bowl because I realized I hadn't eaten all day. It's very good... as is their fruit cup. I eat it up and proceed to put the new mattress on the bed. Mind you, all day my joints have been mean to me. My hands have been frozen. No matter what temperature the room has been or how many gloves I have on.
I open the bag. The bag which clearly says Queen size mattress pad. Is there a Queen size mattress pad in the bag? No, there is no Queen size mattress pad in the bag. There is a King size mattress pad in the bag. Fortunately I don't have a problem with this. The way this pad is built I can easily just fold over part of it down my sweetie's side of the bed. It's unlikely he's going to turn his side on anyway. heh.
But then I plug both sides in. No joy. No joy in Mudville. No matter what outlet I used, which unit I used, which side I plugged them in, neither of the control units worked. I wept. A lot. A whole lot. Tons. Bitterly. If my knees would let me do it properly without putting me into excruciating pain I would have been curled up into a itsy bitsy teeny tiny ball.
I refolded it and put it back into the bag. I remade the bed. Still crying. Still shaking. I called my husband and told him. He said he would be home soon. Mind you, my husband and the time/space continuum have a... problem. When he says 20 minutes it could be anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour... or more. Sometimes you have to call him back. Oh look! A chicken! That's my heart and soul. But I digress. I lay back, turned on the tv for sound, and lo and behold Craig Furguson was on. Craig Furguson has a unique brand of humor. Well, so do I. Rosie O'Donnell was on last night. It calmed me down.
This morning I hit Kohl's at 7. A loverly woman named Jean (I think I have that right) helped me. I got the twin mattress pad out. IT'S control works!! YAY!! And there was much rejoicing!! So the upshot is that I have the mattress pad with one good control and one dead one. I'm going to check with the company and see if I can get a replacement control. If I can't, no huhu. My beloved could care less. He doesn't need the heat.
I feel better now.
No joy. That's right. There was no joy in Mudville. No heated mattress. No electric blanket. The nice lady in the home section told me that she could have sold at least 100 more units. harumph That's just the number of ones that folx asked about. ::rolls eyes::
OTOH I did find a nice set of red sheets for $10 for Corwyn to use when he finally moves into his sister's room. He's going to keep her bed and she's going to take the futon that's currently down in the wreck room. We're going to have to get a futon to go into Dale's office before Christmas so that Sarah has a private room to stay for Christmas Eve. I would not be surprised if she stayed at a certain someone's place at other times but I hope that she would stay at our house for Christmas Eve. It's important to us.
I tried JC Penny. No joy. I couldn't even find anyone to help me for what felt like forever. I was on the verge of tears. By the time I left the mall I was tearing up. So I ended up heading to Kohl's because massagediva mentioned them and I trust her. Aha! The last two heated mattress pads in Murfreesboro! And at 60% off!! One queen and one twin!! I snatched up the queen and hobbled to the register (I can only run here and trust me, with the hideous weather we've been having here, I hobbled). $60someodd later I headed victoriously to the mancave where my husband was practicing music with Four Foot Gypsy (yes, they're back together & will be gigging in Memphis! Watch this space!).
I stopped by Jack in the Box and got their teriyaki bowl because I realized I hadn't eaten all day. It's very good... as is their fruit cup. I eat it up and proceed to put the new mattress on the bed. Mind you, all day my joints have been mean to me. My hands have been frozen. No matter what temperature the room has been or how many gloves I have on.
I open the bag. The bag which clearly says Queen size mattress pad. Is there a Queen size mattress pad in the bag? No, there is no Queen size mattress pad in the bag. There is a King size mattress pad in the bag. Fortunately I don't have a problem with this. The way this pad is built I can easily just fold over part of it down my sweetie's side of the bed. It's unlikely he's going to turn his side on anyway. heh.
But then I plug both sides in. No joy. No joy in Mudville. No matter what outlet I used, which unit I used, which side I plugged them in, neither of the control units worked. I wept. A lot. A whole lot. Tons. Bitterly. If my knees would let me do it properly without putting me into excruciating pain I would have been curled up into a itsy bitsy teeny tiny ball.
I refolded it and put it back into the bag. I remade the bed. Still crying. Still shaking. I called my husband and told him. He said he would be home soon. Mind you, my husband and the time/space continuum have a... problem. When he says 20 minutes it could be anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour... or more. Sometimes you have to call him back. Oh look! A chicken! That's my heart and soul. But I digress. I lay back, turned on the tv for sound, and lo and behold Craig Furguson was on. Craig Furguson has a unique brand of humor. Well, so do I. Rosie O'Donnell was on last night. It calmed me down.
This morning I hit Kohl's at 7. A loverly woman named Jean (I think I have that right) helped me. I got the twin mattress pad out. IT'S control works!! YAY!! And there was much rejoicing!! So the upshot is that I have the mattress pad with one good control and one dead one. I'm going to check with the company and see if I can get a replacement control. If I can't, no huhu. My beloved could care less. He doesn't need the heat.
I feel better now.