OK well something that made me grumpy happened this morning, so after church I took the hammer and stone and 28 pound weight over to the park to burn off some frustration.

I'm flinging this stuff around and along come two nice ladies walking their border collies. We had a nice coversation, and they continued on their way. Now, I'm a noisy thrower, and after I swung a few nice easy hammer tosses I uncorked one. I have to say, it was pretty decent, probably a 70-foot throw.

I step out of the imaginary trig and I spot this blonde woman, dressed to the nines in English riding gear practically sprinting towards me. She roars up and hollers...now get this straight... she doesn't WALK up and SPEAK to me, no....

....she SPRINTS up, hair flying, arms flailing and screams at the top of her lungs

I LOVE A MAN IN A KILT!!!!

Ummmm...ahhhhh.. all righty, then. I respond with a polite "thank you" and wonder what's coming next.

My daughter is getting married next month and my husband HAS to wear a kilt to escort her down the aisle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where can I get a kilt like that!!!!!!! I LOVE A MAN IN A KILT!!!

So Rocky, when you get a order, shortly, for a Semi Trad in the Scottish National Tartan, and the address to deliver it is in "Atherton, California"..ummm..

I'm really sorry.

I bet I'm on some poor guys "Hit" list, now. Hopefully discovering how great a kilt is, will take the edge off his annoyance!