C & I did the hot yoga thing years ago and almost died.  They make it a point to have the temp be really hot in the room ours was called astanga yoga.  The guy came up to us after our class and asked if we had signed up for the right course.  Obviously we had not.  We also learned “mula bonda” it was to sit wide open with your legs crossed and as the instructor explained it “suction your butt hole”  to the floor so you could then do some downward poses as you stretched forward.  OH, and I remember on one pose legs spread apart and bending over looking through my legs I opened my eyes only to see C eyeball to eyeball and butt ho to ho an inch apart from me (she had turned the wrong way to do this pose) and I busted into laughter and the instructor asked me to step out for a moment to compose myself.   OBVIOUSLY after just one class, we asked for our money back and did not return.

Backstory: I went to some natural hot springs one time and saw a woman there with unnaturally large bangs.

I didn’t know polygamists went to hot pots! What would they wear and what do they do with their hair?

Backstory: We have decided it is time to take away our daughters’ pacifiers, largely due to the encouragement of their pediatric dentist.  Their grandmother is none too pleased.

Oh, sure, blame the dentist.

Like Sydney’s not going to need braces anyway.

Give me a break – have you met her parents?  Both orthodontic dream patients.

Does this dentist even have any children?

Dear Daughter,

Yesterday for the first time I observed Agatha pooping outside and covering it up.  I mention this because it has not been so clear to me that she knew to do this.  I have known her to beg to get inside to use the litter box.  Guess she is maturing.

We also have a pair of very stupid nesting robins hanging around the house.  They think their reflection in the windows and doors is another robin invading their territory, so they are constantly pecking at the glass — also pooping under the glass and dropping twigs and other nesting material.  I hope they tire of this soon.  I had heard of this happening, and now I know it’s true.

Maybe a stupid cat will catch a stupid robin?

OOXX Mom

At 9:00, Fr. G decided that since it was a feast day, he’d go all out, had the candelabras lit and incensed the whole place, most significantly the crèche during Offertory. *Cough cough*. He used the nice incense that smells like nutmeg. Msgr. prefers this awful stuff that smells like a urinal cake. Too bad incense doesn’t provide heat because it was about 50 degrees on the altar. As much as possible during the choir mass, I kept my mink on in the loft, one woman suggested I wear it backwards like a Snuggie. She might just have invented the next trend!