Oh, yoga.

Today, I received the following card from my mother:

I call it the "mad yoga cat."

Oh, yoga, you poor trendy thing, made to be the laughingstock of hallmark, pop songs, and sitcoms. Eventually, your popularity will fade, and people will stop making fun of you.

Until then, those of us who wish to be more flexible will envy the natural sass of the feline.

I'm still cracking up at this picture. It's the perfect muse for the end of the semester writing blitz.