Monday, January 23, 2006

A woman's work is never done it seems and even our old doggie Thorn is giving me a hurry on with the groceries as the lord Mackay is awaiting the arrival of the goodies... Through rain, sun, sleet and snow O deliver the groceries to the rightful king of the castle and lord high of the manor...those Mackays are a bloody stroppy lot considering where ther originally came from...some god forsaken windswept and blown barren waste almost within the artic circle right up the top of Scotland. Posted by Picasa


charlie said...

I know a Mackay who is as sour as the land on which he was raised. He's all rushes and poor drainage. Is it a clan personality disorder?

cs said...

This is a classic MC! Every woman should have their day photographed because it's all chores and nit-picky things that we do that keep it all together. Yes, a real classic.