See my column over here

This is the threat I resort to now that all the other typists in my house are karate brown or green belts.

I’m a white-belt drop out. Sadly. And they never miss and opportunity to remind me.

I was happy doing the karate air punches and air kicks in training, but put me in a real karate spar with real kicks and punches coming at me and I recoil into a cowardly I-want-my-blankie stance.

Even when my opponent was a little kid.

So needless to say, I quit karate and took up yoga.

Now I’m really dangerous. I’ve got a relaxed breathing technique that should be registered as a lethal weapon.

Ditto my pigeon pose and my downward dog.

So do mess with.

I mean it.