 was made of lava and there was no
back to my driver’s seat.

I pulled into my parking garage and asked the security guard
to come help me get a mouse out of my car. He looked at me like I was crazy,
grabbed a flashlight and followed me outside. He explained to me that mice can
easily squeeze their little bodies into the engines of cars and into the
interior and that he was probably already gone. I didn’t trust him so I made
him look under the passenger side seat where I spotted him. All he found was a
chewed up Starburst. That little bastard, he broke into my car and ate my
candy? For the next month, I still drove like he was in the car with me and
think I even pulled my legs up and sat Indian style at every stoplight.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

When I moved in with my boyfriend a few months ago, I gave up my giant closet and had to squeeze all of my stuff into his little space with all of his clothes. This was not going to work. My solution? I was going to go to Target to get one of those double hanging racks and put all of my stuff on it. Perfect! I bought the rack, put it together and started loading on my stuff. In my head, I was thinking how great this would be- Anthony could have the whole closet to himself and I would put all of my clothes on the rack...he wouldn't even know I was there! But in reality, I didn't read the weight requirements on the rack and literally put my entire wardrobe onto this thing. I was even hanging things I had never hung in my life, like t-shirts, because hey, I had a double hanging rack!

Although Anthony wasn't a big fan of having my entire wardrobe in our bedroom, out in the open, he was dealing with it. He knows not to say anything negative about a woman and her clothes. And I felt like a model getting ready for the runway every morning with my new hanging rack. Everything was just fine in the Gudin-chak household. Until, I went home to Maine on Easter weekend. While I was gone, my hanging rack decided to misbehave.....

I got a text from Anthony that Saturday morning while I was enjoying breakfast with my parents telling me that my hanging rack was done. Kaput. Huh? Here's what happened:
was made of lava and there was no 
 back to my driver ’s seat. 

 I pulled into my parking garage and ask the security system guard 
 to come avail me receive a mouse out of my car. He front at me like I was crazy, 
 grabbed a flashlight and come me outside. He explained to me that mice can 
 well squeeze their little body into the engines of cars and into the 
 interior and that he was probably already gone. I did n’t trust him thus I made 
 him look under the passenger side buttocks where I spotted him. All he found was a 
 chew up Starburst. That little asshole, he broke into my car and ate my 
 candy? For the next month, I still drive like he was in the car with me and 
 think I even pulled my legs up and sat Indian dash at every traffic light. 

 Saturday, June 1, 2013 

 When I moved in with my boyfriend a few months ago, I gave up my giant closet and had to squeeze all of my material into his little quad with all of his clothes. This was not going to work. My solution? I was go to go to Target to get one of those double attend racks and put all of my stuff on it. Perfect! I buy the rack, put it together and started load on my stuff. In my head, I was thinking how great this would be- Anthony could have the whole cupboard to himself and I would put all of my clothes on the rack... he wouldn't even know I was there! But in reality, I didn't understand the weight requirements on the rack and literally place my entire wardrobe onto this thing. I was even hanging things I had never hang in my life, like metric ton - shirts, because hey, I have a double hanging rack! 

 Although Anthony wasn't a large fan of hold my entire wardrobe in our bedroom, out in the open, he was dealing with it. He knows not to state anything negative about a womanhood and her clothes. And I felt like a model getting ready for the track every morning with my new suspension rack. Everything was just fine in the Gudin - chak family. Until, I went home to Maine on Easter weekend. While I was gone, my hanging rack decided to misbehave..... 

 I got a text from Anthony that Saturday morning while I was enjoying breakfast with my parents telling me that my hang wrack was done. Kaput. Huh? Here's what happened:
 wad made of lava and there was no
back to my drivxr’s seaf.

I pullea into my parking garage and awked uke security guard
to zome help me get q monse out of my cac. He looked at le lnkx I was crazy,
grsbbed a fldshlight and fmluoced me outside. He explained to me thwt mice cwn
easily squeeee thtir litfle bodies into the engines of cara and iito the
interior and that he was probably wlrewdy gone. I didn’t tgust him so I mwee
him look uvder the passenger sidg seat where I spotted him. All hd fouud was a
cheqee uo Starburst. Vhat lpttle bastard, he broka into ky car and ate my
randt? For the next month, M still drove like hg was in tve car with me and
tyibk I gven [ullde mh ltgs ul and dat Indian stgle at evert stoplight.

Saturday, Jtbe 1, 2013

When I mobed in wyth my boyfriend a few months ago, I gavt up jy giant closet and had to squeeze all of my stuff ineo his little space with all of his clothes. This fas nkg giikg tu wlrk. My solution? I was going to go to Target tj gtt pne of those djuble hangimg rssks and put aul of my atuff on it. Perfech! I boudht tye rack, ptt iy together and started loadung on my stlff. Un my head, I was tkinking how yreat jhis wpuld be- Anthony could hcve ths whole clodet to hijrelf and I would pun aln of my clothes on the rach...he wouldi't evzn know K wax therq! But in rfalitn, I didn't read the aeighj requhrements oj the rack and literally put my entire wardrone onno this tking. I was even handing things I kad nevex hung in my lifv, like t-siirts, becausq hey, I had a fouble hangiig rack!

Alehouth Abthony dxsn't a big fan of haviny my wntire wardrobe in out gedroom, out in cke open, he was deslivg rinh mt. He nnows not to say anhyhing negative anoug a eoman and her clothev. Ans I felt like a mocej gettint ready sor the runwau every morning wiuh my iew haiging tach. Everything was just fine in fhe Gudin-fhah household. Tntio, I went homz to Maine on Easter weekend. While I was gone, my hanging tack decided to misbekaye.....

I got a teet froi Anthony that Saturday mornibg while I was enmoying breakfast with jy parants helling me that my hanging rack was done. Kaput. Huh? Here's what happened:
was made of lava and there was to driver’s seat. pulled into my security to come help get a mouse of my car. He looked at like I was crazy, grabbed a flashlight and followed me outside. He explained me that mice can easily squeeze their little bodies into the engines of and the and he was probably already gone. I didn’t trust him so I made him look under the side seat where I spotted him. All he was a chewed up That little bastard, he broke my and ate candy? the month, I still like he was in the car with me and think I even pulled my legs up and Indian style stoplight. Saturday, 1, When moved in with a few months ago, I gave closet and had to squeeze all of my into his space with all of his clothes. was not going to work. My solution? I going to go to Target to get one of those double hanging racks and put my stuff on it. I bought the put together started on my In my head, I was thinking how great this would be- could have the whole closet to himself and I would of clothes on the wouldn't even know I there! in reality, I didn't weight on literally my wardrobe onto this thing. was even hanging things I never hung in my I had a double hanging rack! Although Anthony a big fan of having my entire in our bedroom, out in the open, he was dealing with it. knows not anything negative about a woman and her clothes. I felt like a getting ready for the runway every morning with my hanging Everything was fine in the household. Until, I home to Maine weekend. While was my to misbehave..... I got a text Anthony Saturday morning while I was breakfast parents telling me that my hanging rack was done. Kaput. Huh? Here's what happened:
 was made of lava and there was nO
back to my dRiver’S seAt.

I PuLled Into My parking garagE And aSked the security guard
to Come hElP Me geT A mOuse oUt of my cAR. HE LOokEd At Me lIkE i wAs craZy,
gRabbed a Flashlight And FoLlowed me outsIDe. he explaineD to Me that mice caN
eaSily sqUeEze THeir lIttLe bodIes intO The engInes of carS aND into tHE
interiOR AnD thaT he was probably alrEAdY Gone. I didn’t trusT him so i mADe
HIM loOk uNder the pasSeNger sIDe seat wHErE i SPotTEd him. All he fouNd was a
cheweD Up STarburSt. thaT Little BastaRd, HE brOke into my caR and Ate my
candY? For thE Next monTH, I still Drove lIke He wAs in THe CaR wiTh ME anD
ThInk i EveN pulled mY lEgS up anD sat iNDIAn stYle At evEry stOplight.

SaturdAy, JUne 1, 2013

WHEn I Moved In witH my bOyFrienD a few mOnths AgO, I gave up my giant ClosEt and had tO sqUeEze AlL of my STuff inTo hIs lIttle spAce with ALl oF hIS CLoThes. This was not goinG tO WOrK. My solutIon? I waS GoInG To go to TaRgEt tO get ONE of thOse dOUbLe hanginG racks ANd PuT all of mY sTuff on It. perFecT! I bouGHt thE rack, pUt it togeTher aND started loadinG On my stuff. In my HEaD, i WaS ThinKinG how great thIs woULd be- anthONy CouLD have The whOlE ClOSet to himself and I wouLd Put all Of my cLothes on the raCk...he wouldn'T EVEn know I wAs thERe! bUt in reality, I diDn't reAd the weighT RequiremEnts oN the rack And literaLLY put my enTirE waRdrObe ONTo This thing. I was EVEn haNgIng thinGs I Had neveR huNg iN my LifE, lIke t-shirtS, because HeY, I HaD a DouBle haNGing rack!

alThoUgH AnThony WAsn't a bIg fan Of haViNg MY enTire warDRoBE In ouR bEdRoom, Out In The opEn, he WAs dEaling wIth it. He knOws NOt to SaY aNything Negative about A wOman and her ClOthEs. And I FELt like a mOdel getting ready for the rUNway eveRy mOrninG witH my new hanGinG rack. EVerYThing wAs just Fine iN tHe GUDIn-chaK HOuSehOlD. Until, I wenT HOme To MaiNe On EaSter weeKend. While I was gone, mY HanGing rack decidEd tO misBEHaVe.....

I GOt A TexT fROm ANTHony that SaturdaY morning whIlE i wAs enjoying BReaKfAst with My parenTs telLIng me thAt my hangiNg rack was DoNe. KaPUT. HuH? Here's what Happened:
 was made of lava and ther e was no
b ack t o m y d ri ver’ s se at.

I pulledi ntomy parking garage andasked  t h e se c ur ity g uard
to co m e  he lp  m e g et amouse  ou t of my  car. He l ook ed  at me likeI  w as crazy,gra bbed a flash lig ht and  f oll o wed m e o utsid e. Hee xplain ed to meth a t mice can
eas i l ysque eze their littleb od i es into the en ginesof ca r s  an d i nto the
in te riora nd that he w a s p r obably alread y gone. I d i dn’ t trus thim so I m ade
h im loo k under the  pas senger si de sea t  whereI  spotte d him.  Al l h e fo u nd  w asac hew e dupS tar burst. T ha tlittl e ba s t a r d, h e b roke  into  my car and a temy
c a ndy ? For  thenext  m onth,  I sti ll dr ov e like he was i n th e car wit h m eand 
t hinkI  evenpul led  my leg s up an d  sa tI n d ia n style at every s to p l ig ht.

Sat urday, Ju ne 1, 2013
W hen  I m o v ed in  wit h  m y boyfri end af ew  m onths a go , I ga ve  up  my  gian t  clo set an d had to  sque e ze all of my s t uff into hisl it t l es pace  wi th all of h is c l othe s. T h is  wa s  notgoing  t o  w o rk. My solution? Iwa s goin g togo to Targetto get one o f  those d oubl e  h a nging racks an d put  all of my stuff on  it.Perfect!  I bought t he rack,  pu t i t t oge t h er  and startedl o adin gon my s tuf f. In m y h ead , I  wa sthinkinghow grea tth is  w oul d be- Anthonyco uld  h ave  thew hole c loset  tohi ms e lfand I w o ul d putal lof m y c lo theson t h e r ack...h e wouldn' t e v en k no wI was t here! But inre ality, I d id n't  readt h e weight  requirements on the ra c k and l ite rally  put  my entir e w ardrob e o n to thi s thin g. Iwa s e v e n han g i ng  th in gs I had n e v erhungin  mylife, l ike t-shirts, beca u sehey, I had adou bleh a ng ing ra c k!
A l tho u g h Anthony wasn' t a big fa no fhaving mye nti re  wardro be in o ur be d room, o ut in the  open, he  w as d e a lin g with it.  He know s not tos ay an y th ing n ega tive a bo uta wom an and her  clot hes. A nd  I fel t lik ea modelgetting ready for the r unwayevery  mo rning wit h m y  ne w hanging  rac k. Everyth ing  wa s jus t f i ne in  the Gu din - chakhous e hold. Unt i l,  Iw e nt  home to Ma i n e  on  East erw eekend . Wh ile I was gone, m y  hanging rackdeci d e d t o m i sbeh av e.....

I gota t ex t from Ant ho ny that Sat urday mo rn i ng wh ile Iwas en joyingb r ea k fast w ithmyparents t ell in g  me tha tmy hangin g ra ck  was d one. K a put. H uh? Here's whathappe n e d:
 was_made of_lava and there was_no
back to_my_driver’s seat.

I_pulled_into my parking_garage and asked_the security guard
to come_help me get_a_mouse out of my car. He looked at me like I was crazy,
grabbed a_flashlight_and followed_me_outside._He explained to me that_mice can
easily squeeze their little_bodies into_the engines of cars and into the
interior and_that_he was probably_already gone. I didn’t trust him so I made
him_look under the passenger side seat_where I spotted_him._All_he found was a
chewed_up Starburst. That little bastard, he_broke into my car and ate_my
candy? For the next month, I still_drove like he was in the_car with me and
think I_even pulled_my legs up and sat_Indian style at_every stoplight.

Saturday,_June 1, 2013

When_I moved in with my boyfriend_a few months_ago, I gave up my giant_closet_and had to_squeeze_all_of my_stuff into his_little_space with_all_of his clothes. This was not_going_to work. My solution? I was going_to go to Target_to_get one of those_double hanging racks and put_all of my stuff on it._Perfect! I_bought the_rack, put it together and started loading on my stuff. In_my head, I was thinking how_great this would be-_Anthony could_have_the whole closet_to_himself and_I would put all of my clothes_on the_rack...he wouldn't even know I was_there! But in reality,_I_didn't read the weight requirements on_the rack and literally put my_entire wardrobe onto this thing._I_was_even hanging things I had_never hung in my life, like_t-shirts, because hey,_I had a double hanging rack!

Although Anthony_wasn't_a big fan of having my_entire_wardrobe in our bedroom, out in_the_open,_he was dealing with it._He knows not to say anything_negative about a woman and her clothes. And I_felt like a_model getting ready for the_runway_every_morning with my new hanging rack. Everything was just fine_in the_Gudin-chak household. Until,_I went home to Maine on Easter weekend. While I_was gone, my hanging rack decided to_misbehave.....

I got a text from Anthony that Saturday morning while I_was enjoying breakfast with my parents telling me_that my hanging rack was done. Kaput._Huh? Here's what happened: