The other night, at yoga, we were doing all of these really
twisty, pretzel-ly moves. Obviously, it was a little too much for one lady, and she squeezed out a little phart. My body was shaking so bad because I had the internal giggles, trying so hard no
t to laugh out loud so that I wouldn't get gonged, like in 27 dresses.
And then she did it again. I am so immature.
Which is probably why I watch
The Hills , which started up again this week.
I don't know why I love this show so much, but I do. They wear the
greatest clothes.
Who else watches The Hills?