I'm huge in Scotland. Huge. Like Maradona in Argentina, but without the lard and cocaine.
I received note that imports of Flan to Scotland has increased 10 fold since I started writing this blog. You're welcome Scottish people.
The truth is that I always thought Scotland was a country made up by Mel Gibson in Braveheart, but when I discovered that it was a real life country with real life people walking around, I was amazed.
I discovered a man, named Kim, who sometimes graces my blog. While he is going through a mid-life crisis, he is the type of man that I feel has life figured out. He is in a happy marriage to an artist with a sexy Scottish voice that I can't understand and a loving daughter who draws pictures. He even has a beard, the distant cousin of the mustache, which he proudly shows to the world.
He asked me to write a post for his site and I took about 17 months thinking of what I could actually write for the blog of a man named Kim.
This is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy.
Mr. Kim, I hope that when I grow up I can be as wise as you are, but without the Scottish accent. I need mi mama to understand the words coming out of mi boca.