For the record, Mark said that he does not want to me tell this story on this blog. The event is a true one and he's not ready to share it just yet. Because he doesn't read this blog everyday, like a dedicated husband should, I can get away with it being here until he notices. I'll delete it then. So you are in a for a treat.
Years ago, before the baby, we used to do yoga together. Wait. I should tell you first about Mark's shorts. He has a few favorite pairs of shorts in varieing degrees of intactedness. One pair has, to this day, a great rift in the crotch. These were the shorts he was wearing when we were at home practicing with Rodney Yee and positioned ourselves in a crouching asana as instructed. I glanced up at Mark, who resembled a frog about to jump, when I saw them. I pointed at them and smiled. He looked down between his legs and found that his balls were not where he thought they were. They were just hanging out, like disembodied orbs. He said it was one of the strangest feelings he's ever had.
Oh man.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Yoga Balls
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4 comments:
Oh my that is funny. I understand why he doesn't want you to "share" this one. Strange feeling? I don't know, how about a great feeling. I say this only because my son also likes to be in a similar position with no pants on. He smiles a lot, no wait he laughs a lot when he is like that so I must conclude that it feels very good.
How can I ever look Mark in the face again Carrie?
"Disembodied orbs"...I FLOL!
Oh yeah, BTW, Rodney Yee is smokin'!
Eeew (as the sister of Mark).
Funny (as a female married to a male with clothes that have seen better days). Perhaps they are eating too much meat. :)
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