a day in the life of a "gazzoo"

I specifically remember being called a "long legged gazzoo" quite often by my mother when I was younger. Not surprisingly - I still have long legs. Which most of the time are awesome, but some times they prove to be problematic.

Case and point: the above picture.

I got the tights from Ann Taylor Loft. They were actually a gift, given in the appropriate size and according to the label they had all the hope in the world for fitting someone up to 6 feet tall.

Well, if you can make sense of the above picture you can see that that is not the case. I had to laugh and take a picture while getting ready for work this morning because, as you can see these tights, pulled to there max are only covering to just past my knee. You can see at the top of the picture where they end. I almost fell when i put my other leg into them and i looked like a conjoined twin with this super long torso for two that started at my knees.

I think these tights were made for elves.

I mean seriously - They would fit no one. There was a 22 inch inseam. oh well, funny nonetheless.