The Birthday Gift

Last Saturday night, my boyfriend, Mr. No Game, greeted me at midnight as I arrived home after a great show at the Comedy Studio.  He was eagerly awaiting my arrival with a gift in hand, for midnight marked the beginning of my birthday.  He had a big bag with a pink flower on it and couldn’t wait for me to see what was inside.  So I opened the top of the bag, peaked in and lo and behold, there was a Snuggie.  A Snuggie as seen on TV.  I am a true believer in the “It’s the thought that counts” school of belief, but good Lord, he gave me a Snuggie for my birthday.

So I put on my pajamas, made some tea and settled into the sofa to watch TV.  Mr. No Game insisted that I put on the Snuggie.  He was very excited about the Snuggie so I humored him and slid my arms through the blanket sleeves and sat down with my tea.  Hmm.  I can drink my tea and still keep the blanket pulled up to my chin and these sleeves are keeping my arms warm.  They might be on to something with this backward bathrobe thing.

For days now I have been using (wearing?) my Snuggie and loving every minute of it.  It is cozy and comfortable and warm yet at the same time functional.  I can’t believe that I love this and hate myself a little for it.  When I told Mr. No Game how much I loved it, he said that he knew I would since I spend the little free time I have laying on the sofa under a blanket sleeping.  That’s why he got it for me.  He knew I would love it again proving the thought theory.  Mr. No Game is the most thoughtful person I know and even though the holiday socks that were in the bag too are not as functional as the Snuggie, he knows that wearing fancy socks makes me feel pretty.  Mr. No Game did it again…maybe I should change his nickname.

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