Raging slacks

For some reason, I thought it would be good and smart and something else to get up at 5:00 a.m. this morning to go take a yoga class.

I've learned some things. Yoga class is very different from a dvd. How? Well you can't pause a class and go get a piece of cheese now can you? No, no you cannot.

Also, you cannot hold onto the edge of the couch for balance. Somehow (how?) I was supposed to balance my right foot on my left thigh. No problem, my thigh is more than large enough to accomodate my foot, right? Sure, but then there is the balancing thing. . . which it seems I have no balance. Seriously, none. We were supposed to do all of these one legged poses and it was so not happening.

Apparently it is not ok to use the person standing next to you (who by the way is perfectly balance) as a steadying device. You get a dirty look if you try for there is no humor in yoga.

There was another pose where you balance on one leg, stick one leg back and put your arms forward. I call that one the Superman.

There was another one called the pigeon pose, but I've never in my entire life seen a pigeon sit the way I was told to sit. And I've seen a lot of pigeons. At least 39 that I can recall.

I don't know if I'll go back or not. I may stick to the dvd's and cheese combo that I have perfected.

I decided to go for a walk after that and I swear I thought a badger was going to attack me. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, raging towards me. I thought I was going to die. Seriously, it was filled with so much rage and bloodlust.

Turned out to be a slow moving, overweight cat who walked in front of me and rolled onto his back in prepration for tummy scratching (which I of course gave).

Daylight savings time needs to be over soon because it is too dark at 6:30. I know it is too dark because I am confusing raging badgers with domestic long-haired cats. Definite sign of too much darkness.

Slight possibility I should just wear my glasses, but whatever. Either that, or I should just start carrying a taser with me. For badger defense.

It's 10:00 and I've already been awake for five hours.

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My boss wears her hair in a mullet. I don't think it's intentional, but there it is.

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I like the word slacks way better than the word pants. Slacks, hands down.

2007-10-16 at 9:49 a.m.