Comments on: The Liar, The Glitch, And The Gauchos.

By: Leah Goodman

Leah Goodman — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 08:09:55 +0000

oh my!
I’m an army brat… I’m currently in my 14th residence, if you don’t count the 5 different dorm rooms in 3 years – which you really should, because I ended up in the hospital in the middle of one of those moves – I was supposed to be lugging boxes across campus, and I gave up because my tummy hurt like the devil… I ended up in the ER that night, and was hospitalized for three days.

Your post gave me some things to be truly grateful for…
1. My dog doesn’t seem to mind moving.
2. I’ve never moved without enough boxes
3. Except for dorm-related moves, I’ve always had professional movers move my boxes.
4. I’d never heard of Gauchos until today. And
5. Last but not least: I’ve never ever owned a pair! (I also have sickly white legs, but I’ve always managed to find almost-acceptable bermudas.)

By: DoctorMama

DoctorMama — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 00:01:28 +0000

“… overly emphasized the triangular shape of my Lady Parts” — hee hee.

By: Jenny

Jenny — Mon, 05 Jun 2006 23:03:33 +0000

That was awful and hilarious all at the same time. Also I bought a pair of gauchos that gave me such a crazy camel toe I should charge on-lookers. What was I thinking? Glad I wasn’t alone.

By: Kath

Kath — Mon, 05 Jun 2006 13:33:59 +0000

Oh, Alexa, I’m so horribly sorry. Here, have some iced tea.

You, my dear, whatever you choose to wear, are simply the cutest. That was an amazing post.

By: Waiting Line

Waiting Line — Mon, 05 Jun 2006 07:31:08 +0000

. . . holy crap, I still can’t get over the fact that the movers never showed up!

By: Manuela

Manuela — Mon, 05 Jun 2006 03:55:40 +0000

Hey… at least they weren’t stirrup pants. Although I think the Preacher from Footloose might have appreciated those.

By: Stefanie

Stefanie — Sat, 03 Jun 2006 20:10:22 +0000

And, sadly, this is actually one of the good moving experiences. My husband got locked in a small U-Haul for four hours with a cellphone that was out of batteries the last time we moved. He might’ve died if I hadn’t driven back to the house to figure out what the fuck was going on and heard him pounding on the door of the truck. After that it took another hour for U-haul to haul their asses over and get my husband out. And to top it all off, they still made us pay for the defective-lock truck rental.

By: MsPrufrock

MsPrufrock — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 20:39:58 +0000

Hi. I got here by searching for hot+bitches+in+gauchos, and I must say I am sorely disappointed. Please don’t lead us gaucho-lovers on in this way, it’s just plain cruel.

By: madge

madge — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 18:37:20 +0000

Holy Hot Pants! (Anything’s better than gauchos, no?) Now THAT’s a moving story. Hilarious! The cats should recover in a few short months.

Best of luck in the new place.

By: Beth

Beth — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 10:24:57 +0000

Please tell me you didn’t. Look, I understand that you were under extreme mental duress, but honestly, gauchos? I am thinking Earl’s patchouli scent might have been something else – something of the mind numbing variety – to have brought on purchase of said gauchos.

I am in love with your cat – Irma’s expression in that picture tells it all. That’s my kind of cat. Himself is a military brat which necessitated moving pretty much everytime he changed his underwear. His mother has a shirt that sums it up well; “War is hell, but moving is a close second.”

Hoping the Fancy Moving Conglomerate, Inc has things righted for you quickly. Still in shock over the gauchos, though – absolute blasphemy.