We got the township gazette that offers classes in this and that and the one that jumped out at me was Adult Fiber Workshops. ‘What is this?’ I thought to myself. Could this have been some sort of program for middle-aged constipated residents of our fair valley?
Um…No! It’s an art class using fabrics, glue, heat bond and stuff like that. Personally I’m relieved. Who would want to be in a room with a bunch of folks who can’t poop.
This all lead me to remember yesterday’s post about poor Mabel. What is with pooping this week? Seriously!
While I Googled for some pictures of Adult Fiber Workshops the weirdest stuff came up. Like this little ditty…”Spinning Dog and Cat Hair — Spin a special yarn from your precious pet’s hair.”
or…”The Care and Feeding of Angora Yarn.”
My favorite picture was this guy….
What’s with the blue tears? He’s covered in them. This little guy must be manic-depressive or something. Any who…Adult Fiber Workshops aren’t what I thought they were.