Ya know what’s nice?
Having a saucy little Aussie come and visit with the roommate “With an H Biyatch” and having her little fingers rub down my sore and tight neck and shoulders. Tough, pinchy, but oh so knowledgeable and good.
She pinched my elbows for a bit and I giggled. It was ouchy, but I giggled. And afterwards, felt quite a bit better.
Then they demonstrated yoga positions on the kitchen floor. Interesting names. King of Fishes. Eagle. Scorpion. Half Moon. Half Moon Cycles. Etc etc.
I’m impressed. I haven’t been able to touch my toes since 1994 or so. And that was purely by accident. I said it last night, and I’ll repeat it here. For the most part, I just don’t bend that way unless an orgasm is involved.
Hmmm…
Food for thought.
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