If Tony Horton is the Epitome of Power Yoga, the yoga instructor who taught my class tonight is the Antithesis of Power Yoga. Never before had I done 50 minutes of a 60 minute yoga class sitting down. It was bizarre and not at all what I expected. Trick is, it was probably just what I needed.
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I was going to write a potty-related-post today, but Zack said that I shouldn’t because you guys wouldn’t want to hear about that. I countered, saying that I hadn’t said anything outrageous or disgusting in a long time, and that I was about due. Besides. The story’s not really about the potty. It’s about the timing. Ahem. This is your chance to be on my side. Come on. Do it. It’ll be so clutch.
oh please do!
i just want to say that i can counter any potty story you have with a niece potty story. you know it’s true.
Maybe Zack is afraid Janet Granger will be offended again.
I like potty stories, and I also get in trouble with my other half for wanting to talk about things like that. So I vote DO IT!
I believe the Yea’s have it. I’m working on pushing this one out. It’s just a little stubborn. Sometimes they get like that when you leave them in the chute for too long, you know?