Holy Cow.

Lisa and I went to yoga class at 24 tonight. It might be a good thing LittleSister couldn't have made it (her first experience with yoga being last week); I almost wish I hadn't. Liz, the usual instructor, was sick, so this other girl, the Human Pretzel Who You Want To Hate Because She's Tall, Beautiful, and Oh-So Flexible, was our instructor. I'm already ridiculously sore. I hope I can move tomorrow.