It's been another busy month for the flies in the Tolley Household.
First: A Recap
With health and age concerns, the powers-that-be (Husby) have decided 2024 and 2025 will be 'The Years of the Travel' and so far they've delivered.
First, February in Hawaii:
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| Husby and a friend |
March and April in Europe:
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| A little bit of Florence |
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| Husby doing what he likes best! |
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| Auntie Q holding her nephew! |
June exploring Saskatchewan and crying over graduates:
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| Eldest Grandson |
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| Third Granddaughter--my writer! |
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| Hanging Hearts Lake, Saskatchewan |
And then July. Home with family, then off to visit extended family in Nova Scotia:
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| Annual Family Medieval Feast |
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| A little pilgrim girl... |
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| Peggy's Cove with my sister!!! |
Did I mention that her youngest son, my nephew, is a chef? Well, he is and this is what he made for us:
You can check out his other videos at Redsfeast on Youtube. Bring your appetite!
Thank you for taking this whirlwind trip with me!
And now...a story... (Warning: Nudity!)
First, a little background (*snort*)
I get to have Q, Granddaughter #11 with me whenever her mama works. Which isn't often enough for me!
Recently, Son # 2 and his wife went to Scotland for a little rain-soaked and wonderful holiday. This is what they brought me:
Which is a huge joke here because Gramma (me) goes every year to see the Highland Games and every single one of those stone throwers is wearing underwear. Just ask all of us senior women who line up every year to watch the event!
Ahem...
Also: Grampa, whilst all of this is going on inside, is out in the garden, shirtless to try and get some sun.
Now on to my story...
This magnet sits at the very top of my fridge where I thought none of the youngers would see it. But little Miss Bright Eyes did.
Q: Gramma? Why isn't that girl wearing any underwear?
Me: That's not a girl, sweetie. That's a guy and it's kind of a joke. You see, the men in this country called Scotland have special cloth that they make into what is called a kilt. Different colours for different families. It's kind of like a skirt for guys. And they claim they don't wear any underwear under the kilt.
Q: (Thinking it over) Well, I always wear underwear under my skirts! And leggings, too!
Me: Yes, Sweetie. The men are very proud of their kilts. Here I'll show you some pictures.
Picture us looking at...pictures.
One of them is of a VERY buff man. Shirtless. In a kilt.
Q: Oh look, Gramma! He looks just like Grampa. But with muscles.
Me: Bwahahahaha!
I think it very odd, but my husby didn't find it nearly as funny as I did.
Hmmmm...
This was a wee glimpse into mine...
Now see what my sisters have done!
