A weblog of diaretic (as opposed to diarrhetic) crap.
I've been sitting on one of those giant inflatable yoga balls at work all week. This situation hasn't come up (surprising, now that I think of it), but thanks for the heads up.I have a regular office chair, but it's just not feeling right. Between this yoga ball and my new underpants, sitting has been a pleasure this week.
You do realize that by posting this, it just makes me want to give it a try?
michael: you too?! my physical therapist who's been working on my back told me to ditch the desk chair and get a ball to sit on. so much more comfortable! except in hot weather it makes my bum sweat.mj: go on then! tell us all about it.
At least you managed to sit on the thing - I'm covered in bruises from where I start to do all those weird and wonderful exercises and then lose my balance and crash into the coffee table.
We keep a yoga ball in the living room. And have lentils for dinner. Let the experiments begin!
And don't fart while wearing a thong. It acts like a read and you can impersonate a clarinet.
HC: ironic that the excercises are supposed to improve your balance, but you can't do them if you can't balance! Ak!Valerie: have fun with that. better yet, make a video and post it on youtube. potential there.llewtra: if i wear two thongs will i sound like an oboe? (or, given the size of my ass, a bassoon?)
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