The doorbell rang
Hell-o lads and lassies,
As I was working away at the computer today, the doorbell rang so I went to answer the door. A delivery of flowers for my next door neighbor. The lass asked if I would mind taking them for her because, Barbara, my next door neighbor was not home. I said sure and that I would be happy to, so when I opened the door to take the flowers she first saw me all kilted and let out a shriek of joy, and was so excited that she dropped the flowers, so all over my front porch was broken glass and flowers, and a very embarassed flower delivery girl. She was very apologetic for acting the way she did, but she said she so much loved the kilt.
Glen
Glen McGuire
A Life Lived in Fear, Is a Life Half Lived.
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