I always feared it would happen and today it did: I tooted in yoga class.
I have many fond euphemisms for breaking wind, so I choose the word "toot" with great care to describe my butt's faux pas. It was quiet and gentle, rather what you might expect of your body in the middle of yoga. It was embarrassing nonetheless. If anybody noticed, they were too gracious (or caught up in their own practice) to acknowledge it.
In other news, I was just digging around in my fridge and discovered some blue cheese who's purchase I could not remember. How do you determine the freshness of cheese that starts off moldy in the first place?
2 comments:
I've never "tooted" in yoga, but have heard it before. I have to say I'm a little juvenile when I hear it because I have to fight back the giggles. Guess I'm not concentrating hard enough on my own practice of yoga. I'm sure no one was giggling at you though. :)
Oh, that is funny. I almost tooted here in the library from laughing so hard (silently, of course... the laughing, but not the tooting).
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