My desk, is, as always, a massive heap of unsorted paper and general detritus. Well, let’s be accurate, here….my whole office is a massive heap of unsorted paper and general detritus. Organization? She is not. my. thing.
So, naturally, I am not enjoying putting my tax stuff together. I mean, really…bank statements from last June? I suppose they are in here SOMEWHERE. Oooh, look! A cookie! Thank God for Demon Preservatives, it’s still good. Mmmmm. tasty.
Oh, CRAP. As unpleasant as the whole sort/file/organize business was, it was not as unpleasant as it is now that I have spilled a mug of hot tea all over my keyboard and my lap. Delightful.
Now, there are some stressful situations which can be soothed through yoga. There are others that require the pleasant lift of comedy. But, for days like these, the days that mix taxes and hot-tea-in-the-lap into a frothy Gazpacho of Suckitude, the only solution is……Yoga Comedy. And so, with that in mind, I give you Ogden, the Inappropriate Yoga Guy.
For further adventures of Ogden, be sure to check out the series of films about Ogden’s adventures at Yoga Journal.