And by "people", here I mean the Baroness. I'm pretty sure that I am not alone, though, when I humbly ask for less of this:
And less of this:
And more of this:
Ahh. All I need is a fleece blankie, a flaxseed-stuffed neckroll, and some sort of chant CD, and I am go-o-o-o-o-d to g-zzzzzzzzzzzz.Rethink your class. It's wholesome and granola-crunchy and all, but it could be so much better. And quieter. I swear to Vishnu, call it "Yoga Naps", and the people will flock to it with such enthusiasm, it will rattle your chacras. Not to mention line your pockets for that new Ashram you've been looking at...
And a fine namaste to you, sir.
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Dude, I would so pay money for uninterrupted sleep right now.
Did someone say sleep?
Countess NATUI: It's kind of sad when you have to pay for it (said the actress to the bishop), but honey, it is so worth it.
Countess AG: You're close. I said "Nap".
Which is sleep's more seductive, attractive older cousin.
Who only needs a limited time commitment - 15, 20 minutes to work her magic.
Sleep: something I get 3 hours a day whether I need it or not.
Maybe there'll be time in June. As Dolly Parton said in Steel Magnolias, "I've been busier than a one-armed paper hanger."
.....Babs Peapod
Ahhhh. Corpse pose...love it!
Countess MMM:
Love the pose, not the pose(u)r... :)
Countess Babs: Sweetie, for REAL??
3 hours?
Wait a minute...Holy Crapoly - I've got Martha Stewart in the house. MARTHA STEWART, EVERYONE!!!!
I don't know how you do it. I'm more than a little in awe.
Isn't there a bit of irony in their namaste? Because I don't see the light of God in them, I see an odd, sadistic streak that won't be quenched until we are all giant pretzles, minus the mustard and salt.
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