So I show SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed) the 5.11 Tactical Duty Kilt and hinted that I may order one for myself. She looks at me, then at my girth, then gets pensive for a few seconds and says:
“That reminds me I want to go to K-Mart this Saturday and buy some drapes for the dining room. Are you shooting IDPA Saturday?”
Damned woman. She can kill joy in Disneyworld. I guess I’ll stick to pants.