SNUGGIE!!!

Jimi bought me a Snuggie on Sunday. It was an impulse purchase from Walmart, because there was an endcap (3!) full of them, and I'd made the comment the day before, while freezing in the living room dressing in only a pair of sweats, a t shirt, and socks, "I need a Snuggie!" I didn't really mean it. Or rather, I didn't know I did.

But I did. OH, how I needed this lovely, warm, soft, beautiful backwards-robe-looking piece of lounge wear. I love it so much, in fact, that I can't bring myself to stop wearing it long enough to wash it. Why, you ask, does it need to be washed when it's only 3 days old? Because I spill shit. In three days, this is what I've spilled on my snuggie:

Beer. Like 3 times, probably half a can each time. It smells like stale beer. Still wearin' it, though.

Pear juice. Because it's impossible to eat a pear without dripping juice. Right?

You know when a person says "I just threw up in my mouth a little"? Some came out.

Okay, seriously, I'm washing it now. Under protest. Because I'll smell like stale beer, that's fine. But even I have a line.

I do love my snuggie, though. You should totally get one.