The G-man is a blanket guy. In fact he's a two fisted blanket man. (When he showed an affinity for one particular blanket his wise mom made certain it had a twin. That way if one were lost there would be a back-up.) Several months ago he came up with his own terminology for his beloved blankets. Snugnuts they became and I'm afraid snugnuts they will be forever and all eternity.
IMG_4874 copy, originally uploaded by loganbs1515
Photo courtasy of B. Hijacked from here.
It's a rather disgusting looking thing and has somewhat of a dubious past. This gold, shedding monstrosity looks like a reject from a 1980's water bed or perhaps an Austin Powers' movie . It first surfaced during S's college years. He doesn't know where it came from, only that someone left it behind at the "shack." (The "shack" was S's home for two years at Auburn. There were holes in the floor and daylight came streaming through the walls. I don't even want to think about what took place there while he was getting an education.) S christened his new friend Fozzy and it became a fixture in his life. It followed him to Nashville after college and would still be gracing his home if B hadn't intervened. When they married, Fozzy had to go. And it went, willingly, into C's open arms. Fozzy and C became one. They saw the world together, or at least the southeastern U.S.
Did you know big kids have snugnuts too? When C arrived at the cottage for Thanksgiving his very own fleecy, gold snugnut arrived with him. It accompanied him to bed every night and wrapped up with him on the couch by day. There would be no sharing either. It mattered not that another family member was spending her nights on the cold, drafty porch and could use an extra shot of warmth. He wrapped himself up a little tighter and held on, daring anyone to just try and take it away.
IMG_4874 copy, originally uploaded by loganbs1515
Photo courtasy of B. Hijacked from here.
It's a rather disgusting looking thing and has somewhat of a dubious past. This gold, shedding monstrosity looks like a reject from a 1980's water bed or perhaps an Austin Powers' movie . It first surfaced during S's college years. He doesn't know where it came from, only that someone left it behind at the "shack." (The "shack" was S's home for two years at Auburn. There were holes in the floor and daylight came streaming through the walls. I don't even want to think about what took place there while he was getting an education.) S christened his new friend Fozzy and it became a fixture in his life. It followed him to Nashville after college and would still be gracing his home if B hadn't intervened. When they married, Fozzy had to go. And it went, willingly, into C's open arms. Fozzy and C became one. They saw the world together, or at least the southeastern U.S.
Fozzy has been MIA for several years now, or he was until a few weeks ago. C found him stuffed in a box in the basement and the love affair was rekindled. So much so that C was willing to risk the abuse and humiliation he knew would befall him when he pulled that thing out of the car. He procalimed himself a "snugnutter," forever bonded with the G-man, and settled into the fleecy warmth, shielded from the slings and arrows of family abuse that were hurled his direction.
He had better keep a close watch over ole Fozzy. I saw S gazing longingly in his direction. Perhaps he was merely remembering the good old days or perhaps he was plotting a heist. I just hope he is smart enough to know better than to come between a man and his snugnut.
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