Here where I live we had frost for 3 days in a row last week. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday to be exact. So, what has happened? Out comes the damned electric blanket. The wife has put the electric blanket on the bed and I won't be able to get her to take it off the bed until maybe next May. She puts her side on broil and I never turn my side on but yet it is magically turned on the next morning when I wake up - sweating. I look over at the wife and Nellie, the beagle, both of whom look like somebody needs to stick a fork in 'em and turn them over so they will cook on the other side. The real kicker is that for the last two days the temps have been in the 80's. I believe the person who invented the electric blanket should be given a tar and feather party and promptly run out of town on a rail. Who is in agreement?