Shannon's going to tell you about our trip to Canada. Our visit with Kelly, Paul and the kids, but my destination was right here. Everything before and after are just blurs.
Here are Taylor and I modeling my new kilt (the Survival kilt). Everyone in the store was wearing a Utilikilt of some kind, and when I walked into the store, the owners wife said "welcome to Mecca". Otto helped me pick it out and try it on. They have no dressing rooms. So you unsnap your kilt, they wrap the new kilt around you, and the old one falls to the floor. Very clever.
I made Paul try on the old one. I don't think he has the stones to wear it out in public. You should notice that in the picture above I have removed the cargo pockets. I wore this kilt golfing the next day. First time I've ever golfed, I think I need some clubs.
This was just a fun shot of Seabass, he made such a fuss. He had a small splinter and it took 3 people to hold him down and get it out.
This is Me and Morgan pointing to where Shannon's ball had gone, it was a pretty good hit as I recall.
Well that's it until the next kilt. Rock on.
3 comments:
Finally!!! I thought you were never going to post again. Next you'll want another kilt, and another, and another. . .
Pants are lame...that made me laugh out loud! That needs to go on your tombstone (when that time comes of course).
That's so cool that you got to go to "Mecca". Where was that store?
Wow! A new post! Be still my heart. I love the kilts. D doesn't wear his enough.
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