Let me start off by saying that I'm not getting any sort of compensation from the Snuggie manufactering industry. I'm just totally in love with the Valentine's Day gift from my husband.
Yes, I laughed at the commercial too. Its a pretty ridiculous idea. A blanket with sleeves? Come on people! I'm way too cool and sophisticated to want one of those. Right?
That was until I spent the last few months insisting its freezing in this house while my husband walks around in his underwear sweating. Ok, maybe I have a tempature problem. But that doesn't help me stop my teeth from chattering.
Being the romantic that he is, a maroon snuggie was waiting for me when we returned from Japan. Now I am the proud owner of one (along with completely useless complimentary booklight) and it has rocked my world.
Sure, I look like I'm about to commit some sort of animal sacrifice in a twisted cult for reality tv watching. I don't care!
Note to my neighbors: Try to avoid looking in my (still uncovered) windows during evening prime time hours. You are bound to be terrified by what looks like the female Dumbledore flipping through channels.