My hubby said that he is going to try his best to find the exact same blanket and have our birthday stitched onto it just like the one that was melted.
I am so anxious with myself because I ruined my favorite blanket… You see, I had been so careful about setting my space heating system near anything that could melt, however the one day that I forgot, I melted my favorite blanket. That blanket was about twenty years old. It was a birthday gift to me and my hubby. It had our birthday on it, and I cannot believe that I was absurd enough to set my space heating system close enough to that blanket to melt it. My hubby does not get as affixed to things as I do, so I knew that he would not be as anxious when I told him about the blanket as I was when I saw what had happened. I walked into the dining room that afternoon, and I smelled something weird. I could not figure out where the smell was coming from. I kept trying to follow my nose to the smell until I eventually found it. It was my melting blanket. I unquestionably cried when I first figured out what had happened. My hubby said that he is going to try his best to find the exact same blanket and have our birthday stitched onto it just like the one that was melted. I am banning myself from using space boilers as punishment for not being careful. I don’t know how realistic that will be though because I get pretty cold in my dining room during the evenings. I will unquestionably end up using a space heating system again just because of how cold it gets.