I had a dream last night that I walking past a yoga studio and quietly to myself making fun of the teacher who had really big, frizzy hair. I said to myself "Om..... to your poofy hair". But immediately the whole class, apparently so in tune with my vibe, chanted right back at me "Om.... to YOUR poofy hair". By the by, I just started a yoga class over my lunch hour on Wednesdays and I do have hair with an attitude so we don't need Freud to interpret this one.
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You need help.
You really stated a yoga class? Do one with me and Tracy!
Anonymous Pear Shaped Auntie Jill
If it's free and offered over my lunch hour and on the St. Paul campus, then sure.
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