My Dirty Little Secret

I’ve got a dirty little secret…it’s something that I’ve managed to suppress for some time, but recently I gave in. It’s not really my fault…I can’t help it…I can’t control it…this is just one of those things that I cannot overcome.

I bought a Snuggie.

And it’s blue.

You can’t tell, but I’m hanging my head in shame right now.

Stop laughing. I’m a sick person.

We’ve all seen the same commercials…silly woman on the couch, fighting to free her arms so that she can reach the remote…entire families out in public at sporting events waving frantically at the camera…people playing board games…all wrapped up toasty warm in their Snuggie blankets. There’s even an idiot on the couch “raising the roof” and “cabbage patching” in his Snuggie. You almost feel sorry for his wife…until you see that she’s wearing one, too.

Here’s my excuse. I’m cold…almost all the time. Hubby and I define “comfort” as different things…he likes to be as cold as possible…I like to be so toasty that I’m on the verge of sweating. We sleep on a king sized bed with two different twin comforters…his is so thin that it is almost non-existent…mine is stuffed with down feathers. He keeps it much colder than I would prefer in the house…so I bought a Snuggie.

I had debated about the Snuggie for some time…at first making fun of them…until I realized that I’m cold all the time. I cover myself with a blanket when I’m lounging on the couch with Hubby, but when I want something from the kitchen, I have to emerge and expose myself to the cold air in the house. Brr! It was when I started taking a blanket with me to the computer that I suddenly decided that maybe I should give in. A Snuggie sure would be convenient…just stand up, wrapped in my fleece surround, and walk over to where I want to go. And because it has sleeves, I wouldn’t even have to worry about holding the blanket in place!

So after work one night, I stopped at Target. I wandered through the store and found them on the “as seen on TV” endcap…a box full of blue Snuggie goodness. Looking around me, I picked one up and made my way towards the register. I put my single purchase item on the counter and paid or my purchase. Because I didn’t bring one of my reusable bags in with me, I turned down a plastic bag at the register. Which means that the security guard had to check my receipt at the door. I swear that he muttered “Snuggie” under his breath as he waved me through the door.

When I walked in the door at home, Hubby immediately burst out in laughter when he saw what I carried in. I’m in for many, many years of being made fun of for this purchase, this I already know.

Now as I plug away on the computer at the dining room table…I no longer have to worry about freezing. I wear my wool socks, wrap myself in the Snuggie (wrapped up tight, so that my back is no longer exposed to the window behind me, allowing more cold air to sneak in and chill me) and debate whether or not I should go find some gloves to keep my fingers warm. Hubby sits on the couch laughing at me, but I don’t care…I’m warm, dammit.