rat-a-tat-tat . . .

There's a long back story as to how the yoga yaya's ended up meeting before class this morning to gaily adorn their bodies with temporary tattoos. Let's just say it involved tattoo parlors, biker bars, one legged midgets, Wyatt Earp, 'tramp stamps' and '@ss antlers' and leaves the rest to your imagination. Be assured, not one yaya was harmed in the filming of this sequence.

The ring leader was, of course, Lee. Were you in doubt?

Please excuse the quality of exhibits A. B. C. D. and F, I forgot my camera and had to resort to my cell phone.

And so, for close ups, we have:

Kitty:

Joanie:

Lee:

Lorraine:

and Linda:

My tat is on the inside of my left wrist . . . a wild and woolly aborigine's head . . . he is however missing some of his feathers and a hunk of dreadlocks due to user deficiency and even my picture was a blur. Why was I thinking my cell had macro capabilities????

And yes, we got a few stares . . . a few guffaws . . . a climbing eyebrow or two, all of which we blatantly ignored and in we marched to feed our inner souls, tone our corporeal bodies and strengthen our Qi. Namaste.