Thought you should know that my relationship with your blanket is getting serious. It was not my intention. I didn't even find it until you had been gone for awhile. There it was, tucked in the bench seat, patiently waiting to be found. It has become my soft place to fall. I just discovered this graft. Everyday, something new. I could box it up and send it back to you. That just sounds like a bad idea. I want it.