It’s that time of year again. I have to give a shout out to the snuggie, the most brilliant invention ever known to mankind. Well, one of them anyway. The hubby is not a fan. Nothing says I am not in the mood like the impenetrable barrier of my forest green snuggle sack. I don’t own a slanket, but a delicious and similar alternative. I mean, when was the last time an adult could wear a onesie made of fleece outside of a mental institute? One Direction introduced a stylish version, but they’re more American Apparel than cozy. By the way, can we still say forest green or did that go the way of A.L.F. and Punky Brewster? It doesn’t matter, because that’s the color of my sleeping bag with a zipper. This year I decided to pass on the joy and sent my sister and her new hub a pair of snuggies and a little book called The Snuggie Sutra. Ya know, to keep the romance alive. Check it.
Rawr… now we are talking. The perfect newlywed gift because it prepares you for the inevitable exchange of all the Vicki’s Secret from your bridal showers for a warmer way to get it on.