ohmygosh.

about 30 minutes into my bikram yoga class tonight, someone in the back of the class seriously let out the most gigantic fart i think i've ever heard in my life. it sounded EXACTLY like a whoopie cushion, to the point where i thought maybe it was a prank and someone had one under their yoga mat.

it wasn't.
as all of us dedicated students of bikram stared forward in the class, there were whites of eyes flitting left and right; you could see teeth clenching trying not to laugh. me, front row, had to close my mouth, as i dropped it open in utter amazement that this noise came from a human. (i was also relieved to be 5 rows ahead of where the noise seemed to have come from).

for the sake of whomever the Chipotle factory was in the back row, i'm really glad everybody kept their composure and continued on with the second series of standing bow pose.

sidenote: whoopie cushions. we loved these. there was always one involved at the dinner table or family room in front of wonder years for a good three year period. i might've been the biggest fan, i believe audrey was really into the fake dog poop and emily a fan of the fake throw up (that made audrey upset).
sidenote part deux: we were not allowed to say fart growing up.

xo,
cw