I have a love-hate relationship with my Snoogle. Right now, I love it. I can't lie on my back anymore, and I haven't seen this thing in almost two years. Snoogle allows me to roll over in the bed without worries for all the ways I am not supposed to sleep. By October, I will hate it. It hurts my ears, makes me hot, and becomes symbol of all the comfortable positions I can't enjoy. Lee just doesn't know what to do with it!