Today, I received Barbs book on sewing kilts, and gave it to my Iraqi maid. She is going to take it to the sweat shop...i mean the sewing shop and see if they can figure out the pattern and technique. I have a translator department, but it would not be fair to them for me to have them translate portions of a book for nothing more then my own pleasure. If the girls cannot figure out the kilt from Barbs drawings, I may have to give the translators some money and have them do it on their own time. I am also patiently awaiting my Haggis, and with 14 days to go until Robert Burns' Birthday, I may just be able to pull off a burns dinner in Baghdad.