Things start out well -- creative, lovely, cool angle, we're all good. Hang in there. It gets artsier.
This is how I look doing taekwondo in my HEAD.
This is how I look when I do it in reality.
Me, staring into the abyss.
"WHY DID COBWEBS GET SO MUCH WORSE DURING COVID WHEN I WAS HOME ALL THE TIME TO CLEAN THEMMMMM."
CRESCENT POSE.
This hurts every single piece of my skeleton.
This is how I felt every day of virtual school, when Liam's teacher would text me and be like, "He hasn't done his homework yet," and I would be all, "Liam, what homework," and he'd be like, "Oh, riiiiiight."
If I have a good hair day and no one is around to see it, did it really happen?
"I am ready to look into a different abyss now."
Laundry ALSO somehow multiplied during Covid even though we went nowhere.
This is so great.
This is my posture when I'm working.
This is my posture when I'm standing, because of my posture when I'm working.
"Give meeee lumbar support."
Me trying to fold a fitted sheet.
Me trying to figure out how sewing works.
Me refusing to sew anything again, ever. Kevin was an Eagle Scout and so he's got that covered.
Merely LOOKING at this represents the most yoga I can competently do.
"Do I need to unwrap the new ironing board, if I do not sincerely intend to use it?"
I'm out of sass. These are all really striking and bright. Enjoy!
