I think my appliances are trying to make it easier for me to let go. Yesterday morning my hot air curling iron went out in one big *poof*. The lights flickered and finally went out, there was a slight smell of smoke in the air, and just like that, my curler was gone.
I guess after so many years, it couldn't bare the thought of possibly being dragged off to New Zealand and being used with *gasp* an adaptor, while all along feeling "less than" the native electronic devices... only to eventually die a lonely death in a foreign land.
One less thing to carry. Sigh.