My Back Hurts . . . . . .This is why!

This is no longer useable, and hasn't been since last Tuesday. I get in this baby EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. When I tried slinking into it last Wednesday, I said to myself "self, this bad-boy isn't up to temperature" So I checked the readout and sure enough, there was no readout. So un-slunk by wet self out and trudged downstairs to trip the breaker.
Well, it kept turning off. So sad.

This is the culprit. I need a new breaker (according to the spa-guy) So I say to Boyd: "So. . . I guess we need an electrician" and Boyd says to me: "No, I'm going to do it myself, first I'll turn off the power to the house, just to be on the safe side, then I'll remove the breaker, then I'll go to the "electric store" (he really didn't call it that) and I get one EXACTLY like this one, there's a green, a red and a white wire, I'll wire it back up. . . . it's not rocket science, and you'll be back in soaking mode again."

So, dear friends and family. I hope you're not attending funeral services for your deceased, father, brother, friend, uncle, nephew,
step or in-law (what-ever Boyd is to you) because of a
sad "electrical mis-hap"