Breaking the News

A few days after my yoga epiphany, I had yet to begin the adventure.  However, I had such effervescence bottled up inside that I just had to tell someone about my brilliant idea.  The lucky victim was, of course, my mother.  Known for trenchant remarks, she might not have been the perfect candidate, but she was the only one in the house who wasn't too busy Xbox Live-ing to listen to me or wasn't a different species of mammal entirely.  So when I walked into the kitchen and she happened to be sitting there on her laptop, I seized the opportunity:

"Mom!  Guess what!"

"You're hungry."

I shuffled awkwardly.  "Well, yeah, but... I'm taking up yoga!"

"Isn't that a Star Wars character?"

"No, Mom, yoga, not Yoda.  With a 'g'."

"Oh.  You're stupid."

"I know, Mom, I know."

And with that, I retrieved a cupcake from the refrigerator.