My yoga teacher cracks me up. Sometimes he does this on purpose. Times like that would include when he tells us to get into tree pose and really imagine that we are a tree. He tells us that he is a sappy tree. Sometimes it's less on purpose.

My yoga teacher moves beautifully. He is a classically trained ballet dancer. He reminds us of that when we hesitate before doing handstands, "if you're worried, don't be, I am a classically trained ballet dancer" he says.

The more yoga classes I attend, the more I imagine myself as one of the stuffed animals at a little kid's tea party. Sometimes when my yoga teacher moves between poses, and explains the transitions to us, I think of him as being alone in his bedroom talking into a fake camera and leading a fake television yoga class for all the world to see. "So what you're gonna do next is lean over to the right side and then cradle your leg as you extend it. Great. Now, as you can see I am doing the advanced version of this pose, but for those of you at home, feel free to do modifications A or B, as demonstrated by my aides."