Scottish Games

taogrl and I hit the road and drove northward to see the Scottish Games. Some photos of the event are here.

Since I have no clear association with any Scottish clans, I tried to get adopted by the Clan Cunningham, mainly because their motto is "Over, Fork Over". I apparently, a common farmer saved the life of a Prince on the lam by covering him with hay. He used a fork to accomplish this task.

After the finale, one group of pipers processed our way. I caught it on video.

It is worthy to note that shortly thereafter, they relieved themselves of their burdens and proceeded to fetch beers. The young men in the group "swordfought" with their drumsticks.

At the end, we ran into jenngbob and modeleccentric and chatted a wee bit.

Sunday, Bloody Hell

*yawn*

Who has two thumbs and worked 8 hours of overtime today? Our 16 hour power outage went well, largely. But one or two pesky problems took a while to beat into submission.

I do. I'm sleepy and utterly lazy, now. I should do my grocery shopping for the week and think about dinner. I tried staring at my cats for a bit, hoping they would evolve to be skilled in the kitchen and cook for me, but they only wanted me to rub their bellies and massage them.

So, that's out. So much for all that positive thinking they talked about in "What the *bleep* do we know?"

In fact, they are looking at me as if I should prepare their dinner.

Right then, off to take care of chores and then find ways to goof off for what remains of my weekend.

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