Haters

Okay so we have a new hater.  I just took this yoga class and the woman who taught it was pretty rude to me. So I am acting out, Bloggy.  I left the class and am writing this as she teaches the end.  She can see through the window.  Hi, I am here.  Oh, Mama knows how to be a bitch.  All I did was well....

okay, I did come in late.  I apologized.  But I made a new friend and was talking to her.  I did the walk where you announce yourself by exaggerating the walk and mouthed sorry.  I got my mat and vinyasaed it up.  By the by, yoga is funny cause in school when you don't follow directions it is all low key and it doesn't show up till you hand in your papers, but in yoga when you don't follow directions everyone is planking and you are standing and its like being caught with your pants down, somehow.  Not that I have ever been caught with my pants down. Well maybe, I dunno.  If I have, I have repressed it.

So then I wasn't sure if she was a hater so I said hey I like your tats (that's not a typo, tattoos, Bloggy) and she said thanks. And then I asked if she was a sub and she said no.  So I guess I was talking too much?  Finally I asked her who was singing on her playlist and she was like I DON'T KNOW.  which I took to mean shut the hell up and do yoga.

But seriously, it's yoga. Come on.  Namaste,