Bless ye a' for a richt guid rollickin' stairt tae ma mairnin'! I've been paintin' ma parents' hoose this summer, wairkin' oot in th' sun, comin' in tae feshed tae e'en ficht aff th' teenagers for th' computer sae I can peruse Mudcat, an' this mairnin' I woke up airly, slippit doon th' stairs, an' signit on.

I, tae, cannae get thro' "Lizzie Lindsay" wi'oot snickerin'...I haird a friend sing it "Jamie MacDonald" insteid, but I dinnae ken how I feel aboot muckin' aboot wi' potentially historical (albeit hysterical) names. Aiblins I'll ponder on it while I'm climbin' th' scaffoldin' th' day. (Dinnae fesh yersels, that's painter's scaffoldin', nae th' ither kind!!!)

--Cuilionn, hummin' an' snickerin' wi' paintbrush in hand