Yoga Class

Alright, so this is going to be a little disturbing, so if you're easily grossed out, you should skip this post.

So I went to a yoga class at my gym today, and I've only been to an actual class a few times in my life. I've done yoga at home, but not regularly. I really liked the yoga class and every time I go I wonder why I don't go all the time, or at least more often. Then I remember oh yeah...I'm lazy. This really needs to stop.

So here comes the kinda gross part. The class is pretty packed and we're in close proximity to each other and we go into the pose where you are on your back, knees bent and spread open (like a chick waitin for a guy to put it in). And that's when I smelled it. No really. Some chick had to have been on her rag and it was nasty funky!!! Ewww I was so grossed out. Come on people, I'm a girl too. I have enough common sense to not go out to a yoga class spreading my legs while I'm on my period so people can smell my junk. Seriously I think she didn't use tampons cause that's how bad it smelled.

Hah I love this blog. I can say whatever I want to say and not talk my husband's ear off! Hooray.