You so wish you had one...

Yep, that's right...I own a Snuggie. If you're not familiar with this fine product, I'll describe it as a friend of mine described it--it's like a backwards robe...with pockets.

My oh-so-sweet father-in-law has a nickname for me--"TCH," which stands for tired, cold, and hungry. He claims that I am always complaining of one of these problems, and I'm sometimes known for having all three maladies at once. I also love to read, but as the commerical for the Snuggie demonstrates, my blankets always fall down around my shoulders. This is where Joe stepped in. For Christmas, I received a Snuggie as a sort of gag gift. If you know Joe at all, you know that he was immensely pleased with himself. He took on "TCH," and he reduced her to "TH." (I think now that Sam is here, the "T" is here to stay.) Anyway, the Snuggie has been put to good use in our household. I curl up with my heating pad on my back and my Snuggie on my front.

I can be warm and:
1. Answer the phone
2. Read a book
3. Feed my child
4. Look like some sort of Benedictine monk

Laugh all you want, but when it's 18 degrees tonight, you're so going to wish you had my Snuggie.