A (Belated) Monday Morning Dirty Secret Spill.

I’m aware that this is Tuesday, so let’s first get that out of the way.

Also, I’m aware that inappropriate is spelled inappropriately in the picture above, but I love this image regardless.

Okay, here goes.

I’m still watching Glee. Actually, now my daughter and I are having regular jam sessions with our recently purchased CD of season one.

I finally took my Christmas tree down…this weekend…and I miss it.

I haven’t been to the yoga studio for a live class in my longest away-from-studio stretch ever, nearly a month (due to weather and illness and general child care related to both of these things) and I’m both dying to get back and also, unexpectedly, enjoying my time “off.”

I don’t actually take time “off” from my yoga practice. I believe all yoga practitioners should have some form of practice at home.

I placed my purple stuffed kitten with the filthy mouth from my kisses on my new yoga room table as part of my collection of special, inspiring things.

The reason that I didn’t say my “childhood purple stuffed kitten” is because I got her in high school.

I’ve already pre-ordered Frozen on dvd (and I’m as excited as my toddler about it).

Not only am I not sick of winter or snow or below-freezing Midwestern temperatures, I’m glad that darn groundhog saw his shadow.

I’m still a little sorrowful that I never got to see the groundhog ritual when I lived in PA. (To be fair, I lived nowhere near Punxsutawney.)

Can you believe that the groundhog has an organizational website page—and that I seriously took the time to visit it?

I unfollowed a few people on Instagram this week because I got so tired of seeing their yoga photos.

I feel like a superstar when I wear my new animal-print Teeki pants. I had the most invigorating practice the day that I got them in the mail and I’m positive that it’s not a coincidence.

Yep, that’s my butt. My husband thinks I should be embarrassed to put it out into cyberspace. But I’m not. And sadly that doesn’t embarrass me much either. (Oh, and I Instagrammed that—yes, I get the irony.)

My daughter and I have matching unicorn Teeki pants, and I’m not sure which one of us gets a bigger kick out of dressing alike when we wear them. Wait, I’m pretty sure it’s me.

I might be an openly sensitive person, but when something shakes me deeply, I instantly want to retract, pull back and coldly detach. I wish I was the kind of person who, when stressed, resorted to needing tender, cozy hugs and soft words, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be this person.

Over and out!

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