ladyofthehouse replied to your post: And tell me you don’t *love* that Forever Lazy?! I mean, it just sort of turns you into a smurf/blue meanie/oompa loompa all at once. And the hatch… oh my god the hatch. We were cracking up for days at the hatch alone.
That’s it. We seriously need to start a Forever Lazy Collective or something.
Honestly…didn’t even know what it was until I got one. My brother-in-law gave them to my wife and I. He said, “I have one more gift for you,” and handed us a bag and my wife freaked out and screamed, “OH MY GOD I KNOW WHAT IT IS!”
Two Forever Lazies.
So we had to put them on and I had no idea how, I actually came in through the ass-hole which sounds terrible, or good, depending on how you view these types of things. Everyone was laughing as I climbed through the ass-hole, zipped up from behind, and threw on the hood.
I’ve worn it a couple of times since - my only complaint is that I like to scratch various body parts, and in order to scratch with the Forever Lazy you need to unzip something and sneak your hand inside. I am a scratcher, and I believe scratching should be nail on flesh, not nail on fleece.
Nail on fleece is just rubbing. Rubbing is not scratching.
