When I lived in Texas, I had to work hard not to listen to country music. I like to say that I can appreciate all types of music, but the truth is, that wasn't always the case. I used to really loathe country music. Now, it feels like home to me. So today as I tidied the kitchen... that's right... tidied... I don't CLEAN anymore, in Scotland, we TIDY up the place if it's mingen (messy)...I put on a favorite song of mine. "I need you" by Tim McGraw featuring Faith Hill... and as I listened to his southern voice, and her spectacular voice singing about whisky, and am radio's and Uncle Joe in Oklahoma, I thought "I love Cowboys!" So how did I end up with a Scot?
Cowboys wear cowboy boots. Scots wear ghillie brogues!
Cowboys wear wranglers. Scots wear kilts.
Cowboys carry a gun. Scots have a Sgian Dubh.
Cowboys have Jack Daniels. Scots have Glen Fiddich
Cowboys have a stetson. Scots have a Sporran... which is worn on their crotch, not on their head...
Cowboys sing about their woes. Scots keep calm and carry on.
Yep... definitely different...
So how did I end up with a Scot?
because a Scot came along and swept me off my feet and showed me how much I never knew that I loved the way their wool socks sag around their ghillie brogues after a night out, and how much I love putting my hand up a kilt underneath the dinner table! How much I never knew I loved whisky, and how great it is to have a man carry my lipstick in his hairy crotch purse (sporran), and to top it all off, carry a little knife around while saying words like "chancer" and "rubbish" and "bonnie" and "brilliant". I love how the scots have as many words for drunk as the eskimos have for snow.
Now, if I could learn to love this lack of visible emotion, I'd be all set... in the mean time... I have Tim McGraw to sing me the things I know my husband feels, but is too calm, and busy carrying on to really tell me.
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