I have a secret. A shameful, embarrassing secret. I've been keeping this secret for almost two years. The arrival of cool evenings and a calendar that tells me I'm not yet allowed to turn on the heat make me feel like this is the perfect time to confess.
My name is Emily, and I love my Snuggie.
That's right. Not only do I own a Snuggie, but I love my Snuggie. (Not so much that I'd wear it out in public and/or dance the Macarena in it, but, you know, enough that I'm willing to publicly admit it).
It all started on Christmas Eve 2009. My father-in-law bought each of the "daughters" a Snuggie. I'm pretty sure he did it just because it amused him - he has a reputation for doing that (see, e.g., the Stinky the Garbage Truck he bought W for his second birthday). I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who kept my Snuggie.
Several days later, we returned home from all the festivities. I must have been drunk (ok, that's not true. I was just cold), but when B dared me to bust out the Snuggie, I did it. And I fell in love.
It's soft. And comfy. And lightweight, but so, so warm. I love being all covered up and still being able to use my hands for such important things as surfing the internet and changing the channels on the TV. It's heavenly.
It also embarrasses the hell out of B when I wear it, which is just an added bonus.
I can't be the only one, right? What about you? Do you love your Snuggie? More importantly, are you willing to admit it to the internet?