"Jean I'm going to get taller."

Oh, not again. My mother has been having a hard time dealing with the fact that she's getting old and shrinking. She doesn't understand how it's possible.  [image error]

"Okay Mom, whatever you say."

"Jean, we can get taller together. I saw it on that morning show. This very nice looking young man took a class and did a bunch of those weird stretch exercises. What are those called?"

"Yoga."

"No, that's not it! Hmm…Anyways, he grew over an inch after 1 hour! Can you believe it?"

"Not really."

"Well, I'm going to exercise like that and get taller."

My mother proudly marches into the TV room where Maury's watching the best of both worlds – a History Channel documentary on the history of golf.

My mother, exercising? I don't see it. The only form of physical movement she gets is walking from one side of the room to the next. I overhear her chattering away to Maury about how this guy endured Anti-Gravity Yoga where he was hung upside down from the ceiling and did several poses.

Soon I begin to hear the narrator of the golf documentary more than my mother's voice as Maury slowly turns the volume up higher and higher.

Yoga that makes you taller? You're kidding. Well, I wouldn't have to wear high heels anymore. And aren't tall people skinnier than short people? That just might be worth the pain from doing the one-legged king pigeon pose for an hour.

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