MARCH 2011

It’s March and I’m roarin’ to get going on my second monthly class this year.  For this I’ve chosen St. Patrick’s Day as a theme.  My favorite color is green so my imagination will run wild!  

As I was required to take my hubby with me I ordered him to wear only glittery green and nothing else…  I chose a pinafore, headband adorned with shamrocks and last but not least stylish shimmery green shoes.  I must admit I looked great in a green sort of way!  Joey chose something simple but effective – a sparkly green wrap around shamrock for his nether region…  He’s known as a naughty, but simple dresser!

We arrived at the store in good time and set everything up before the class arrived.  As I was preparing the individual packages I was interrupted for a phone call.  It was Polly the mini Poodle asking if she could bring a friend.  Of course I said yes.  After returning to my packages there were more messages requesting the same.  I was getting suspicious as to why there were so many requests until I noticed a sign on the window advertising my class and its special guest “Joey the Valentine Boy”.  My class now totaled 40 and I didn’t know how I was going to handle it.  

My dilemma didn’t last long, as Joey said he’d assist, if only to charm the ladies.

With everyone settled at the crafty tables, all four of them, I introduced Joey to those who hadn’t attended my Valentine class.  From their response I could see it was going to be another repeat of my first class as everyone was once again mesmerized with Joey, who was basking in all the attention.

I then gave Joey the responsibility of looking after two of the class tables.  Big mistake as everyone wanted to be in his class and not mine.  Doesn’t say much for little ‘ole me!
To resolve this we drew names.  After the disgruntled ones settled at my tables the class began but not before we heard roars of laughter coming from Joey’s direction. This didn’t go over well with my group as they wanted to join in the fun.  Sensing their dissatisfaction I urged them to concentrate solely on their cards and not the other tables.  That didn’t go over well as in unison they all barked out “we want Joey to teach us”…  After hearing that my Basset patience wore thin and I loudly barked “go ahead b…..s”.   A deafening silence then rippled through the store and all eyes were upon me.  Instead of sobbing into a canine tissue like some would do I let out one of my famous drooly roars of laughter and sprayed the entire four crafty tables and those sitting at them, including my flirty hubby.   Serves them right!

My outburst didn’t go unnoticed as management beckoned me over for a little chat about my disposition and a warning that further incidences of this nature would immediately cease my special monthly class contract.  How dare they! Through clenched fangs I apologized for my outburst and confirmed it wouldn’t happen again…. so they think!  

~ HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY ~