Yes, Chris, at Stumbling Over Chaos, there is a Santa Claus!
And she’s Mia Watts!
So Mia’s here and we’re getting along great, both typing away on our laptops while honey-bun watches baseball - because you know, baseball been bery bery good to me! She’s just as crazy funny as she says she is, and you get another stream of consciousness post!
No, actually, for a laugh head over to Mia’s site - she should have her new post up soon! Her brain is very scary, even off drugs! http://miawatts.blogspot.com/
Anyway, here’s my Scottish post:
This is Nigel. Nigel is my Scottish friend. Actually, he’s one of a triad, Nigel, Karen and Janice. Janice and I are partners in crime - we get into big trouble when we ride horses together. Karen follows our lead, leaving Nigel behind to yell at us.
Way up north in Montana, Nigel and Karen have a room next to ours. All last week after riding, Nigel sat in a chair right outside my door, downing his beer, calling…
“Arrrrrrre ye wrrrritin’ yer smut, now, lassie?”
“No, Nigel, I’m editing my smut.”
“Ah, lassie, I hearrrrrd ye prrrrracticin’ last night. Werrrrrre ye worrrrrkin’ on a scene, then?”
“Nigel!!!”
“Weel, I couldna help but hearrrrr ye carrrrryin’ on!”
“Nigel!!!”
“Dunna think to be puttin’ me in one o’ yer smutty novels then.”
“You’re going into my next novel in full kilt, Nigel!”
“Ye wouldna darrrrrre!”
“And you’re going commando beneath it and I’m going to write you into a scene where the wind is blowing, a gale force wind!”
“A trrrrue Scot is no’ afearrrrred o’ the wind!”
“When I blow your kilt over your head in front of the Queen you will be!”
“The Queen knows a rrrrreal Scot wearrrrrs nothin’ but what God gave him beneath his kilt. Go on with ye, wrrrrite yer smut!”
Ah Nigel…I can’t wait until next year when we can pick up our conversation where we left off! And you are going into one of my books!
