Chris Farley once famously tickled David Spade's funny bone singing about the famous fat man wearing (and tearing) Spade's jacket.
I'm really not sure I want to know what I'm going to end up tearing when I become my beloved's first official yoga student. If she laughs when I rupture a spleen or kidney or a gonad, I'm going to be pissed. Once I stop weeping, that is.
Whether I want to know or not, I have no doubt something will get torn when she bends me into a wheel or a cow face or a half spinal twist or some other spine and pride destroying move.
But I will be her first. And I will bend in places I didn't know I had hinges. And I will document every step along the way, right here in the Smoke House.
Follow along with "Where There's Smoke" to find out how things go.
I don't promise much fun but I'll do everything I can to bring the funny.
Peace from Asheville.