The girls gave Pete an interesting gift for Christmas. One that he would never have thought of for himself.
They bought him a Scottish lordship.
You may now refer to him as Lord Peter of Glencoe. Or, just Laird Pete will do. There’s no need to bow or genuflect. He’s still the same modest guy he’s always been. He installed a new toilet seat last weekend and vacuumed the rugs, as all good lairds do when their ladies ask them.
We’re inordinately pleased by our Scottish land ownership and title. I’m not Lady Jen… yet. Hopefully someone — cough Grace and Ellie cough — will spring for my own ladyship for the 2013 celebration of National Jen Day, which is a short 3.5 months from now.
Our extensive land holdings of 10 square feet are part of a larger estate that is in conservation and will never be developed. As part of Pete’s gift, the girls and I also had some trees planted in his honour in the estate’s new Jubilee Wood, which is named for, well, you know.
We have GPS coordinates and all that, so we could actually go over there and walk our property. I figure it will take all of 15 seconds once we find it, but it would be worth it.
We should probably plan to pack Wellies and rain coats.
Here’s how I envision our picnic on our property:
This is totally realistic, right?
I’d love it if I could convince Laird Pete to wear a kilt. Here’s why:
My powers of persuasion are great indeed. I probably just got most of the female readership of this blog (and a few guys too) to start thinking of Scottish vacations in 2013. Put me before the Supreme Court with these photos.
Of course, this won’t sway my own personal resident Laird, but that won’t stop me from continuing my ongoing campaign. He knows how much I love tartan, so why not make his lady happy?
And that’s really all I have for you today. In fact, I’m not even sure how to wrap this up, because honestly, this post was just a delivery vehicle for photos of men in kilts.