Today is a perfect day for yoga.
[I brought along some fine actors, to aid in the reenactment.]
(Pink-haired Barbie was a total diva; she was fired. I'm sure I'll be hearing from her union.)
I pulled out my mat. Put on a DVD and....
(I don't recall smiling.)
whoa, whoa, aaaaagggghhhhh
fell to the ground.
Zack + Dusting with Pledge = Treacherous Yoga Studio
I have a new strategy for tomorrow:
I think stretching my fingers over the remote has got to count for something.