National Tartan Day a no go for me
I got all fired up about this as there's a gathering of sorts up by the Eisenhower Tunnel in Colorado.
Then I realized it was the same day as my daughter's wedding.
No worries, I'll wear a kilt to the wedding!
"No kilts." She says with that same look and intonation as her mother used that brooked no discussion, let along argument.
Not to worry, I've resolved to wear nothing but kilts (well shirt, shoes and socks too) for the days before and after the wedding. Might even go quick-like change into the Gunn Weathered great kilt and 18th c. shirt I should have by then for the reception! Hah! Youth and skill are ever overcome by old age and treachery!
Slàinte mhath!
Freep is not a slave to fashion.
Aut pax, aut bellum.
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