This chick at work is Canadian. She likes me. I know this because she said, “I like you. You’re the only person who I can talk to about Canada.” She feels this because I’m really nice about Canada these days. I ask her about her home life. I trot out my tiny Canada specific knowledge (um er Tim Hortons?). I ask her about Canadian things in general and respond nicely….
But seriously you guys having Martin Freeman…..I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to get over that. Every photo/report is making me crazy. You guys KNOW I’m still not totally over the war of 1812. So yeah….if you’re in Alberta and you see Martin please remind him to visit America just once or else the lovely girl at Canada will think I hate ya’ll again. She’ll say something like “Oh ya I talked to my family aboot da hockey and I thought aboot yew” and I will say “GIVE ME MARTIN FREEMAN YOU SWEET MAPLE SYRUP EATING BASTARDS!”
So yeah… um…yeah