Well, true to my wife's word, I came home from work and was tossed a black shirt with orders to "put it on". I'm currently sitting here looking very much like a kilted Dread Pirate Roberts. But I did catch myself in the mirror and thought "You really ARE a sexy beast".

Don't see myself ever wearing this in public unless we do a renfair, but it's a darn comfy shirt when the temp outside is 90F. I've been standing in front of the fan trying to get the hair flowing (while keeping the mustache out of my mouth) and trying to pronounce Bahtah.

You won't see me in a restaurant in this, but I think there's a good chance that you'll see me on a romance novel cover soon.

The Scottish Rain Dance does appear to work. ;)