Or otherwise known as a bad day for a man to wear a kilt, a woman to not wear a hat and a great day for soup, snap-crackling fires and thick chenille socks.
I have to go grocery shopping, clean my house, educate my children and balance my checkbook.
By 4:00 and it’s already 12:15
So, why exactly am I blogging?
Because I had to write a post about men in kilts?
Or simply because I am procrastinating the inevitable?
Which one would you pick if you think you know me?