of yoga and pledge

While on vacation with her husband in Bermuda - let's just appreciate that for a moment *sigh* - Mama Milton will be running some scheduled posts. Some are repeats. I wrote this one in November of 2007. Ta ta. ox




The wind has been whipping through the gorge, knocking branches down and squelching my plans to go for a long walk today. I could brave the gym, but my workout partner is packing for Disneyland, and going alone just stinks. Without distractions, I am bound to stare at the clock the entire time, suffering a slow death.

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.

Oops.

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.

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