Death of a hand mixer

It finally happened. I killed my faithful, dedicated hand mixer. It was always there for me and never complained when I made it work for hours on end. It took the workload I threw at it and attacked it with a vengeance. But apparently, I took advantage of it one too many times. It just couldn't hold up to the pressure anymore (literally, lots of pressure. It died when I was trying to make a double batch of frosting, which I was warned against doing.) *sigh* Just when I was starting to appreciate that thing, too!