Boy am I glad my first sporran (a BK Inverness) is arriving next week!

I was out during the "Terrible Winter Disaster of Light Freezing Mist of 2007" (boy Texans are wusses when it comes to winter weather!) and was just coming back from having a little bit of Red Breast Irish Whiskey and showing my little sister (visiting from Michigan) one of my favorite pubs here in the DFW area. We walked to the car... there was no (ABSOLUTELY ZERO) wind. We got in the car, and as usual, I just started up the car and pulled away... While driving through the parking lot I noticed there was a smidgen of ice on the windshield, and it just so happened to be right in the middle of where I look. So I parked in the last parking spot in the lot and hopped out to scrape it off real quick... Only to find out that in the time it took me to drive from one end of the parking lot to the other, a gale force wind had whipped up!

With no sporran to hold down the front... I decided it would be better to hold down the apron, and let the world take a look at what my wife describes as a "cute little butt" (she's also slightly mentally ill... I mean she did marry me ) while I desperately tried to get back in the car as soon as possible!

My sister is of course cracking up... but only because the car door acted as the standards and practices bureau for the sit-com my life had suddenly become. In her words, "All I saw was bits of tartan flying every where and you giving a Marilyn Monroe impression..."

Ahhhh... the joys of wearing a kilt... Good thing I don't embarrass easily! (It's also a good thing that the native Texans all stayed home with their 8 gallons of gasoline for their generators and their storehouses of bottled water and canned goods... that way no one was there to actually see it...)