My wife has let us say been tolerant of my "obsession" with kilts. I admit 6 or seven kilts in as many months my be a wee bit enthusiastic, but hey that's the kind of guy I am.

Last night I got an earful about why she had "problems" with my wearing kilts; they broke down to three main items:

1. Her "ick" factor. Basically, something like I have always been a big "guys" guy, and wearing a skirt (she varies between kilt and skirt) is "Kinda" disturbing. (showed her pictures of Sir Sean et al, response was "that's different")

2. She states that when I wear the kilt I'm showing off. Saying "look at me!", maybe she right, I have always been a bit of a ham, but then as I look at it, so what? (Hum, black jeans, black cowboy hat, silk shirt, Lucassie boots and spurs isn't saying LOOK AT ME?)

3. This is the doozy; when I am wearing the kilt I show her up. My bride is shall you say striking, always has been, probably always will be. Her genetics are .25 Russian, .25 Swedish, .25 Norwegian and .25 Alaskan Native. She turns heads. She says when I wear the Kilt people notice me, not her and that bothers her, I am a peacock to her hen!

So there it is, I'm a Peacock. A 240 lbs, 5'10 kilt wearing Peacock. Ah, but I'm a darn fine looking Peacock! Now where's me Peacock feathered cloak?ith: