
Yes that’s me. In my Snuggie.
A few of my friends (and a few new visitors - hi there!!!
left comments saying they wanted to see me actually WEARING the Snuggie. So please disregard the horribleness that is this photo and enjoy a laugh at my expense.
I’ll add that it took Nick and I about 10 minutes after pulling it out of the box to decide the only thing that would make this gag better would be recreating the ridiculous photos on the box.
You know, in which paid actors (those poor souls) are wearing the Snuggie to read in. To knit in. To surf the Web. TO CHEER ON THEIR KIDS AT A FOOTBALL GAME.
At the Werner house, I had to draw the line when Nick started hauling in all the other props from the garage he wanted me to pose with while wearing the Snuggie. (This included a barbell, a fishing rod and — no joke — an axe.)
“What, am I going to be chopping wood in the Snuggie?” I asked him.
“Now Gail,” he said, all serious. “You never know when this thing could come in handy.”
My husband just might need a Magic Bullet for his birthday. We’ll call it payback — by infomercial gluttony.

