Hey lovers! Hope all of you had a fantastic weekend! As for me, I found some time between yard work and real work to attend... yep.... Tartan Day.
If you're wondering what Tartan Day is, it's pretty self-explanatory. It's basically an excuse for a bunch of people to wear plaid. And celebrate their Scottish heritage. But really, you can't really wear a kilt to the mall, so I'm pretty sure that's why they came up with Tartan Day.
There were reenactments, shortbread, and a 180-lb Irish wolfhound named Seamus. Who I did not get a picture of, which is really a shame, because that dog was taller than I was.
There was also this dude. Who is the coolest kid ever. I mean seriously, what kid gets excited and clapping every time someone fires a flintlock musket? Every time I see my friends' son I get serious baby fever.
Yeah, that's me. In a kilt. Concrete proof I am a super nerd. I kind of love it.