Our other new precious

I would post an image, but their site is flash (gah) and there isn’t a pic­ture of it in the most recent cat­a­logue in my pos­ses­sion, but I nonethe­less feel the need to share with you the infor­ma­tion about an impor­tant mar­i­tal aid the Bet­ter Half just bought for us.  Yep, a two zone elec­tri­cally heated mat­tress pad from the Ver­mont Coun­try Store.  (What?  Get your minds out of the gut­ter, peo­ple.  You thought I was talk­ing about some­thing else, weren’t you?  Pigs.)  Now, other, far more tal­ented and pro­lific and all-around awe­some blog­gers (namely, the lovely Bean­Paste) have touted the won­ders avail­able from the gen­er­ous and homey Orton fam­ily, includ­ing those more tra­di­tional mar­i­tal aids, but I did feel com­pelled to share this.  See, it’s two, count them, two, zones in the queen and king sizes, so that means, hold on to your hats, peo­ple, I can turn my side all the way up, and leave it on all night, and he can turn his side on just long enough to take the chill off the sheets, and then turn his side off.  Good­bye, sev­en­teen blan­kets on my side of the bed, plus a com­forter too heavy for him any­way, so that I end up wak­ing in the mid­dle of the night stran­gled by blan­kets.  (Of course, if you’re polyg­a­mous or polyan­drous and have more than two peo­ple with you in bed, I’m afraid I can’t rec­om­mend an alter­na­tive. Sorry.)

You can’t feel the wires at all, and the heat is just LURVELY.  LURVELY, I say, because it bears repeat­ing. Since I had that car acci­dent at the end of Sep­tem­ber my back and neck have been a lit­tle wonky, and this lovely, sooth­ing heat makes me feel all aaaaah­h­hhh when I get out of bed in the morn­ing, and far less nnnnnr­rrrrrgggh­hhh. Because trust me, the nrrghh?  Not a good look for me.