Happy 144th birthday Canada :)
To celebrate, boyfriend and I headed to Hamilton to visit the lovely Danielle && her boy.
We spent a good part of our morning chasing a fly around the house, I cornered the bugger but he got away. To this day...we still have zero clue as to where the darn thing went. I guess my ninja skills are only good for fruit slicing, not fly swatting. Sad times.
|Romper: Present from Grandma (is she stylin or what?), Hat: Joe Fresh, Purse: H&M, Necklace: Forever 21|
Last summer around this time, I was walking to work in scorching weather and saw a girl outside of Union Station in what could only be described as a snow suit (no joke, I wish I had photo evidence). She looked lost && confused, and instantly I pictured her Google-ing Canada and clicking the first link that comes up.
Silly girl, it is not always cold in Canada. We have a summer! (For this, see photographic evidence above)
We do not ride polar bears, we do not trade fur and we don't own dogsleds.
We pronounce it "About" not "aboot". We don't hate Americans (we vacation in your country, we watch your TV shows, and we love to go on shopping trips across the border).
and...We can't really say how long a mile is (I drove my American friends car in Canada, and ended up going 70mph on a 60kmp road - he had a look of death on his face!) nor can we understand that 100 degrees is not nearly as hot as we think it is. We do weigh ourselves in pounds and measure our height in inches. (We're weird, I'll admit)
Not all of us speak French.
And lastly, we don't all love hockey.
Nor can we all skate.