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Drunken Ramblers, Vagrants, and Sundry Hooligans
Kilt photos or it didn't happen.
ReplyDeleteThere was a time when i went to the Highland Games every year.
ReplyDeleteIt was always a lot of fun.
I forgot to make kilts for the Ginlets! I still remember the one from when the Girl was only 6 months old. I am a slacker this year. Her little shirt is cute as can be, though.
ReplyDeleteDid she want to play any of the games? Throwing rocks, tossing poles. It's time you set up a practice arena in your yard, get her in shape and then let her have at it with the big boys next year.
Aye... Bring on the kilts, and scotch and haggis and ...er...
ReplyDeleteSorry. I seem to have gotten ahead of the thread...
I love her Madelinesque hair.
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