"But now I'm thinking about it, I can imagine Daya dressed in blue and playing the Mata Ji from hell with an infant baby Maharaji."

That'll be the bleeping day when I kiss Daya's bleeping feet like I did Mata Ji's my first go around in that bleeping line!

Dang, Lesley.  There you go again... picking up right where you left off (or kept on while I was away)!

Thanks for the laugh and sorry about the bleeps.  (I'm sure Daya would understand.)