Snuggies are awesome.
I love them.
I own two.
One was for my Halloween costume. (We went as “Direct Marketing Family”)
I won the other at the infamous CheeseburgHER party at Mom 2.0 in Houston.
These suckers are handy to have around.
You might need one some night.
Like when you’ve been alone in the house all day and realize you are out of Diet Coke just as the baby goes down for the night but then talk to your husband who is finally on his way back home from work and talk him into bringing you one home and you are so grateful you decide to say “THANK YOU” with some YEE HAW! NAKED TIME!!! which is pretty dang easy since you were already in your underwear dancing around the living room to “Thriller” because having the house to yourself for the evening usually involves the shedding of clothing in your world and then you get all sexy and coyly poised on the couch but then realize that OMG! you are SUCH a girl and are freezing your rear end off laying there all alluring-like and that as magical as your boobies are, they just don’t look awesome covered in goose bumps, so you slip into your leopard print Snuggie JUST before your husband walks in WITH YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW to watch “The Game” and you are sitting there trying to mentally telecast to your husband that YOU! ARE! NAKED! UNDER! THE! SNUGGIE!! and that they can’t sit down and watch the game because you can’t stand up without it being totally obvious that you are utterly commando even though that is what they are sitting there staring at you expecting to to leave and HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET OUT OF THE DAMN ROOM WITHOUT YOUR VERY NICE AND INNOCENT BROTHER IN LAW SEEING YOUR CELLULITE RIDDEN ASS?! but then you have no choice but to announce that, “UM. Hi. I am naked under here so could you turn around so I CAN FLEE IN HORROR?!” before you finally get into your bedroom sanctuary trailed by your husband who is laughing his ass off and you and holding your netbook so you can hold the thing standing between you and stripperdom together in the back.
The Snuggie saved us all from mental scarring I am not sure any of us would EVER recover from.
I expect a fruit basket from my brother-in-law’s retinas in thanks.
So, if I were you?
I’d consider purchasing one.