When I was at the shipping company this afternoon, the little old guy at the counter asked me if I was Canadian. I was pretty amused. I related this to Snookums at lunch, and I was just about to point out to him my theory of how my years abroad must have softened and changed my harsh Midwestern accent, when he interrupted me with: “He was just being polite. Canadians get really pissed off if you assume they’re American.” OH.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.