fat class and stuffed birdies

I have a bird in the sewing machine.
It doesn't yet look like a bird. It's in the developmental stages.
Like my life. Which i might add is an incredibly long developmental stage.
I do hope, in those quiet times of self examination, that there is an imminent move on from this extended developmental period.
Perhaps i will so do after tonight's fat class.
Penny says the bird is a turkey. I think it's more like a duck.
However it did require some beak pruning and neck extensions as the stuffing procedure didn't quite work out.
I'm thinking of really exquisite japanese printed cottons. And i did think also of wiring little legs.
But apparently if we develop the bird to a selling point, then legs aren't an added bonus. They'll get in the way of packing.
No legs. Maybe later. Optional extra. Slim-line, full fat, flexible knees, full working order. Pick a box and make your very own selection for your personal bird with or without legs. Additional postage applies.
Back to fat class. Penny insisted i buy slim milk. Hate it. Horrid in coffee. Which is good as i drink much less coffee and tea.
Now i've added twitter to this blog site. But i can't figure out how to get twitter to the greater unwashed so that everytime i do it - blog - that i also tweet.
SO difficult. Will post fat stuff later.
My other friend, Goddess Dianne is telling me about twin sets for Stepford Wives. But that means less fat. Fat arms stuffed into cashmere sleeves are NOT a good look.
Only 2 friends. It varies. I'm up to 11 on Facebook. I guess that's ok seeing as i have made a career out of being overly injudiciously direct and indiscreet, judgemental and opinionated.
And this is all before fat class.
I can hardly wait til after. Maybe i'll find another friend.