I almost got kicked out of yoga class the other day. No, really. Like almost “by the ear” kicked out.
Before class, in the yoga parking lot, I ran into a friend (I won’t name names, but we’ll call her Stacy since that’s her name). We decided to get spots next to each other. The only few spots open were in the front row in the corner, so we took those spots.
Stacy’s hot. I mean, really hot–model hot. Perfect everything. She’s the kind of hot that makes most men foam at the mouth. What makes her hotness even worse is that she’s also a sharp wit with a clever sense of humor. She’s also a great yogi, strong and graceful and great to watch if you want to learn good alignment. We practice next to each other a lot and by now, we can look at each other, know what the other is thinking and have a quick laugh over the shared thought.




