It's been a cold, wet day here. Perfect weather for wrapping up in my nice, warm Slanket.
Hubby bought me a pink one for Christmas. It was my only Christmas present, actually, except for 2 DVDs (Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, if you’re curious). And you know what? It was the perfect gift.
But Hubby still scoffed at it. Over and over.
Until the first time he had to reach his arm out from under his warm blanket to retrieve the remote.
He looked over at me, with my freely moving, Slanket-covered arms, and made the most pathetic scowl ever.
And every time he grabs his blanket and yanks it high enough to reach his chin, he groans and grumbles because the blanket no longer covers his toes.
So… I asked him if he’d like to have a Slanket, too.
Of course he does, now that he sees the merit.
So, I ordered him one today.
I love my Slanket. Love love love it. I should note that it’s also the most outrageous cat magnet ever. It took Brianna all of 30 seconds to decide that this new thing covering up Mama was A-OK in her book. She even sleeps on it when I’m not using it, and she’s never done that with any other blanket.
So… yes. The Slanket is Mama Approved, Kitty Approved, and [soon will be] Hubby Approved, too…