In the spirt of Big Brother (as it's one of the tests they give to potential housemates) I took the Machiavellian personality test today.  It says that it's always good to have a few high Mach scorers at your parties, so I hope a few turn up on Saturday.

Anyway, we're off to see our final home rugby match (probably ever) this evening as Scotland take on the Barbarians.  I just put on my fitted girls rubgy top, and the only thing I have that matches it is a long white linen skirt from a very preppy Ralph Lauren collection.  I think I can be fairly certain that the skirt was a gift from Meemaw.

I look like someone that drives a mini van and cuts the crust off of sandwiches. . . luckily it's only a 5 minutes walk from our home to the stadium, so it's not like I'll be cruising around town in this get up.

After the match, the outfit is going into retirement, never to be spoken of again.