.... it has been about 5 years since my last confession.
It turns out Father, that there may just be a place on Earth that I love more than Fraser's Ridge. There, I said it! An' I'm not verra proud o' it! In fact, if Claire reads this entry there may be no parritch for me in the mornin'. My good frien' Mary dragged me into this wee pub-like joint with the name o' "Hooters"... I'll tell ye right now, it has nothin' to do with owls. I sat there feastin' on some chicken when a beautiful big arsed, plump chested blonde asked me if I was doin' alright...truth is, I'm glad my kilt is roomy.
Photo Credit: @marycandle22
