So, I'm sittin' and relaxin' after a hard day in the trenches (HA! I work at home, best thing I ever did) and I hear this "AAAGGHHH!" from upstairs. The wife comes down the stairs with a strange look on her face and looks at me. "It must be a sign", says she. OK, I'll play along. "Yes, dear, it must be." Of course, not having a clue what she is on about.

She had just opened her Book Club's monthly catalogue. Or, I should say, was trying to. Apparently it was somewhat stubborn, as a page or two were sticking. So, she gives it a yank and, VOILA! The catalogue opens on a book titled Bad Boys in Kilts, by Donna Kauffman! I shyte you not.

"Three sexy Scots leave you hungry for more..."