So I wore my kilt to church last night (actually, I've been wearing kilts since Sunday morning, and again this morning, so five days kilted so far), and as I sat down, I heard something I've never heard before.

A woman down the row from me, a delighted smile on her face, says, "Oh, you've got your knees out again!"

I was at a loss for what to say, but happily a pretty blond came and sat down next to me, obviating the need for a reply. And to think, I'd almost forgotten how much fun it is to wear a kilt.