Slanket, Snuggie, they’re all the same thing!
But why don’t you just wear your bathrobe backwards? That’s what I do. At times it is just the right thing, has sleeves, hell, even pockets. I don’t tie it up, just drape it over me with my arms in the sleeves, y’know?
Yeah, well, sometimes I like to wear my clothes in odd ways, seems fine to me. I also wear socks with my flip flops sometimes. I can’t help myself it seems.
The part that really boggles my mind is that they didn’t just find this at a store someplace and think “wow, that would be a great gift for them”. This took effort. They had to go out and specifically have this made.
Some sort of home-made slice. I tasted a bit, but it was awful. It went straight into the bin.
My Mom, a confirmed GarageSaleaholic, got me a set of Jeopardy quiz books. I decided to enjoy one on the train ride home…half the pages alredy had the answers penciled in. Hope she got them for 1/2 of dirt cheap.
I gave my sister a Snuggie for her birthday as a joke. She loved it so much I managed to find and give her matching slippers (not Snuggie slippers, though they looked exactly like a cross between the Snuggie and a cocker spaniel) for Christmas.
I know what you’re talking about because I had one, similar, only a parrot. Is this it?
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The e-bay store where I found this picture had dozens and dozens of eye-popping enamel trinket boxes of every animal imaginable.
Myself? LOVE IT! … How about a swap? I offer up “Simply Shellfish: Quick and Easy Recipes for Shrimp, Crab, Scallops, Clams, Mussels, Oysters, Lobster, Squid, and Sides.” by Leslie Glover Pendleton.
My brother got me pajamas - one of those oversized shirt things made of fleece. It’s soft and warm, but the fabric pattern is white and black and - well, inspired by dairy cows, I think.
I thought about greeting my boyfriend while wearing it when he returns from visiting his parents (he’s been away for over two weeks) but I thought it might diminish my chances for sex if I looked like a dairy cow upon his return.
Of course, I may just be afraid that he’d actually find it a turn-on. :eek:
Total sympathies. A couple years back, my mom bought me sexy lingerie for my wedding night. It was also over sized and styled for a woman in her 50’s (I’m 27).
:eek: :dubious: :smack:
Sticker fail, but the way you work these things is to melt the cheese/chocolate on the stove in a normal pot, and then use the fondue dish and candle to keep the food liquid while you are eating it. A fancy serving dish.
And yes, I did learn this the hard way. Why do you ask?
Hazel, that would be uder…no, I can’t go there…
Okay, now I’m seeing that Korean cow in the California Happy Cow commercials, singing…
o/Caleefornia! Caleefornia! o/
Mundanely worthless, not sublimely or mind-shatteringly worthless like other contributions: an Applebee’s gift card. I really can’t think of the last time we’ve been to one. I don’t know where the closest one is, even - I mean, I’m sure there’s one not far away but it’s not something we look to for food.
You absolutely should wear it. Milk it for all it’s worth. 
I’m so, so sorry. We had received it, and my husband though it’d be a great idea to give it. I tried to dissuade him, but he was thinking portability, so you wouldn’t have to lug anything back home on the plane.
We’ll do better next year, promise.
What’s with all the hate for these things? Am I the only one who lives in a 160 year old house with elusive and difficult to eliminate cold drafts?
Mom?!
I’m assuming that mom and her boyfriend like Applebee’s, and it’s one of the few big, non-fast-food, gift-card-type restaurants in their town. It’s a lovely thought, really, that we could have a nice dinner out on them. But a previous one went to waste, so I may have to mention in about 6 months that gosh, we just never seem to find the time to go there, because I hate the thought of them wasting their money. Either that or find some kind of charity option for passing it along. Maybe sis would like it if I just handed it over to her, since her husband is out of work and it would be more of a benefit to them. I’m a vegetarian and most of those chain restaurants are pretty limited on what I can eat, so we vary what places we go to in order to get some more variety in our occasional dining out.
I loved everything else they got us - especially the gift certificate to the Fabulous Selection Liquor Store In Their Town with awesome beer from everywhere.
Finagle - you mean besides the fact that they make people look like they’ve joined some kind of poly-fleece-oriented monastic order? They’re just… weird. I put on a thick bathrobe if I’m that chilly; bonus to that is that you don’t risk tripping if you need to walk somewhere.
I particularly like the vignette in the TV ads where the whole monastery goes to the local peewee league soccer game and does the wave.
I didn’t get anything worthless this year but last year my mother and I both got nearly matching “Reader’s Digest Diet & Health Books” from my uncle and his family.
I thought it was kind of disrespectful because they knew we were already on strict diets that the books would not allow (and my uncle’s family** did not **agree with our strict diets despite it making us so much healthier.) They sort of acted as if they were giving us our first bibles. When I opened the present I was really taken about, not even sure if it was a joke. I just acted really grateful till we were gone. My mother agreed that she felt the same way and we just assumed they thought they were trying being helpful by showing us a new, better way.
They ended up sitting in the bathroom and getting wet from shower water & steam. I don’t know what happened to them after that.
Hee hee. My husband hit a garage sale and found several cool, old implements for me. One was a hand-cranked egg beater, which is really cool. But he also found an old-fashioned jar opener, just like the one his grandparents always used… but when he tried to demonstrate it for me on Christmas morning, it turned out that a crucial spring was broken. So the jar opener can’t open jars.
Luvya, honey. It was a nice thought smooch
I found one of those potato mashers that is a handle with a screen that you plunge up and down. It was so old that it was a red painted wooden handle with a zinc coated wire mesh. I haven’t seen one like it other than in old farm houses when I was a kid. It stayed in the used items store where I found it. I did buy a used cookie press a couple years ago with some neat fancy cookie plates.