Donnie stomped through the living room to the front door and slammed it so hard it rattled in its frame. He was fed up to the eyeballs with his stupid mother and her stupid apartment and her stupid car and stupid Harry and the stupid weekends. He hated her…
So, I’m going through my morning routine when I casually mention to my husband that last night’s Outlander Wedding was freakin hot and awesome. He says, “What’s the deal with that show? Why are all you women into that?”
I reply, “Well, in all honesty, there’s not a single women on this Earth who can resist a man in a kilt.”
Without missing a beat, he says (in a surprisingly good Scottish accent), “Well then, lassie, ye best be goin’ out to get me a kilt.”
I dropped everything I was holding and my knees buckled.
An hour later, I was picking out a tartan at the fabric store.
He wore it all afternoon.
My son wore a kilt at Dragoncon a few years back and got hit on all weekend long!!!