So this is getting pretty old. I'm wondering if there is a kilt god somewhere that I've displeased at some time in the past. I've had a mega-jones lately to go down to USAK and get that American Heritage. I've been waiting, saving up my money for the trip down. Get a kilt. Go across the street with the wife and have a nice lunch at the brewery there. Make a fun day out of it. So here's how it goes:

Planned on going for this kilt about a year ago. Me and the wife set a date when we could both be off on a Saturday for a date of it. Spun out on ice and had to fix my car to the tune of $700. No kilt.

Saved more money, was ready to go down right after Christmas. We made plans to go get it, getting all jonesy... W2 came in the mail, and I did my taxes. After a nice strong drink, accepted the fact that this time also, no kilt.

Saved more money, was all ready to go down.... blew out my ankle. Xray, MRI, the works. Torn ligament. Can hardly walk. No kilt.

Finally, I saved more money, and decided this June I was getting the kilt. Nothing could stop me! I was supposed to go down this coming Saturday to get it. Super-mega jones!!! Nothing could stop me this time, right????

Couple weeks ago I got laid off.

Who are the kilt gods, and what sacrafices do I need to do to appease them?