|Microwaveable Beanbag with Kitties|
My sister bought this for me in the motel office the night we arrived in Phoenix. It helped us both get through the weekend.
It lay on my chest the first two nights as I nursed my anxiety and the laryngitis I'd had most of the week.
Irony or what? I went down there to talk to Ed and my voice barely worked.
The third and last night I loaned the beanbag back to Carri who'd had a bad crash while roller blading.
I probably wouldn't have used it anyway as I had my favorite heating pad that night. The one with strong arms. As Ed paid for Carri to get her own room so he could spend the night with me.