Yesterday evening Elva and I went to our bi-yearly confessions at St. Anthony's Church here in Forest Grove.
The wall I was standing and leaning against while waiting in line has a forced air base board heater. I was wearing my Scottish Freedom kilt and the warm air from the heater was blowing up the back of my kilt, I was contiplating my past thoughtful sins and the warm air blowing up the back of my legs was generating new sinful thoughts in my mind. Rising to the occasion is not something I have to worry about though, so no problem there..
I didn't tell that part to the priest or my wife though.
Robert "the kilted" Lamb