Dudes,
Homies,
Bitches,
October is a busy month around here. Here being the Milky Way.
Mmilky way. Mmcandy.
I've already eaten my weight in Fun-Size Snickers (no, not the little bite size. I'm talking Fun-Sized. "Sized for the fun of buying new jeans for your big ass" Fun.) while around the corner lurks a bridesmaid dress. All of which yielded the highlight of this past weekend: Fitness Yoga.
Harder and faster and with less helpful instruction. I couldn't do any of the half-moon-into-triangle business. Which was fine, but where was all the farting I was promised?
It's just as well because I was too sore to laugh until today.
Other non-laughing notables:
-One of my students stole a car.
-I've been recently fearing that our plaster clawfoot bathtub might fall through the ceiling onto the apartment downstairs.
-Matt and I leave tomorrow to photograph a wedding in Kansas City. I hear it is wonderful, but nobody is specific about why. If it is nougat-based, I might not come back.
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K! i totally appreciate your pursuit of "farting yoga". and i hope kansas city showed you some gems. last time i was there, i stumbled upon a kinda cool/kinda yuppified shopping area. did you see that?
Here is a farting yoga story for you: I often attend Lifetime's, "fitness yoga" (which I know we share in the same frustrations: it suffers from a lack of personal attention and everyone takes themselves too seriously). One night we tried something new where we hold on to our knees and rock up and down massaging the back, or something. Well someone in the row behind me got a little over-zealous and let out the biggest, loudest, longest fart ever. I, of course, start laughing uncontrolably...alas, I was the only one and was given stern looks from my classmates. Then again, I am the same person who will slow down to watch a dog taking a crap and laugh.
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