Burns Night

"What else do we have that is Scottish?" I asked while positioning the quaichs in my lightbox for a photo.
"Well", said the Beloved, about 1/16th of me!"
I stretched his hand out and planted the smallest quaich on his finger.
"There."

This pretty littlewee thing was a present from Mary for my birthday in 2005. We drank absinthe from it in London's Green Park. It doesn't say anywhere a dram* has to be whisky, right? ;)
*hides blasphemous face*

Happy birthday, Rabbie!


* The inscription reads:
He that hath this cup in hand, drink up the dram let it not stand.