Well, I just saw an item for sale by regretsy (which is where DIY meets WTF). I NEED this. If you, like me, plan 7 months ahead for all birthdays then you should go ahead and buy this for me today.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I farted during Yoga
I tried to think of a better title but there isn't one. That's what happened and that's the best way to say it.
We were doing boat pose. Now I am only about 1/2 way there on boat pose. I can't let go of my knees. Even though I don't think holding them is doing anything, it is just psychological. So there I was in boat pose thinking about letting go of my knees and TOOT!
It was a serious toot, more like a honk actually. Very gooselike. I had been sniffling all night so for second I hoped everyone would think it was a sound I made with my sinuses. No one said anything. I didn't say anything. I usually don't say excuse me because usually there is no one around. I am a toot in private kind of lady. Or my husband is there but if it just us and someone farts we both immediately say "kitty?".
By virtue of being late Chris and I were separated by two mats, I hoped this meant he was our of earshot because I would never live this down.
So fart thoroughly dismissed we went about the rest of class. I swear to you it was like the instructor dared himself to make it happen again. Every pose we did put pressure on lower stomach. I have expected him to say this is the downward colon evacuater, good for detoxifying and passing gas.
I made it the rest of the class silently, but after class when Chris said, "It was you, wasn't it?" I said yes, and I am going to blog about it.
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