OK SO DAY THREE CONTINUES

Ok, so the lonely little yogi yours truly dropped by to see pal Leslie, and three glasses of wine later, stayed for dinner and never showed up at Yoga Blend for the all -girls yoga get together she had committed to attending, and with zest and relish...
What is wrong with me?
Talk about Blend.
I am a Cain-Abel girl mix, that is for certain. For it seems that the more ardent my desire to become the ultimate meditative yummy body, the more flagrant my fatty failure.
I enjoy rebellion, that is for certain.
Still, why do I so often sabotage my greatest physical endeavors?
And especially since I was so looking forward to the BASICS class, and to seeing my new chums, who, as the song goes, are "the best thing... that ever happened to me...?"
Where are you, James Dean?
I understand that you were quite possibly a wee man, and wee men do not even half-corner-eye-see girls over 5'8"
Still tonight, I have bonded with your R with no cause.
I just hope my cause comes back.
Now to put the idiot child to bed.