Sit Thy Ass Down

Today Liz and I were going to go to yoga. Restorative yoga to be exact. It's supposed to help soothe the soul and heal emotion hurts while stretching the muscles. I figured after the week I had I could use a little healing, or a lot, and stretching. That is until I received an email from the yoga studio this morning alerting me to the fact that a pipe burst and flooded the studio, canceling only two classes, one of which was mine. I am taking this a direct message from God. That message is clear: Sit thy ass down and eat of the Cheetos. They have restorative powers. And crunchy goodness.