I love being married...
to a Scotsman.
You see, before I met him,
I didn't even know that Illinois
had their very own Highland Games.
There's nothing better than seeing
strapping lads walking around all
kilted and doing things like caber tossing.
...Except maybe witnessing
a (non-Scottish) guy purchase
a kilt so he could compete in
the knobbly knees competition
approximately 3 minutes before it began.
He had a few too many Bellhaven brews.
It was classic.
It was so hot, but so worth it.
And thanks again Sara and John,
and Kelly and Larry
for joining us for the festivities.
You guys made the festival
even more fun.