"You know, at the time, I thought those Snuggies were just meant as an average sort of gag-but-practical gift, but obviously I wasn't thinking big enough," Veronica replies as she slumps back against her chair. In approximately 90 seconds, her back will get hot enough that she'll lean forward, and then the cycle will start over again.

Elbows on the table, she blows a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. "Maybe we can label it that on the map, Snuggie and Sock Imporium. At least it's honest."