So I finally caved and bought my daughter a Snuggie. Yes, yes, you know, those gigantic blanket things with sleeves.
Personally, I think they look just plain silly, but she's been wanting one for ages. And not just any Snuggie, of course, but the "Peace and Love" Snuggie with multi-colored peace signs all over it, if you can dig that, man.
She keeps telling me it is "sooooo comfortable," and that I just have to try it on.
Absolutely not. First of all, if it really was that comfortable and I did decide I wanted one, it would be a very bad idea. Anything large and forgiving that lets me comfortably eat my fill from the Pringles can is no friend to me.
Besides, I think it would weird out my husband. He even gets nervous when I wear my baggy sweats for too long. "Soooo," he'll ask casually. "Are we just giving up, then?"
Sorry, Snuggie. I'm just not comfortable dressing, well, that comfortable.