So a hearty Happy 4th of July to my dear American readers!  I love you guys.  As you probably know, one of the pit falls of being Canadian is a lack of enthusiasm about our independence.  I have a theory about that, which is probably pretty obvious to most of you.  You had to fight for yours.

We just placidly waited around.  But we had to wait another hundred years give or take, and when we started whining, the British probably thought, y'know, this didn't turn out so good last time we went through it, perhaps we should just approach this a little differently.

So it just doesn't affect us the same way.  Besides, being Nice does have its down side.  I'm not very nice, but that might be because I live so close to the border.  In fact, the border actually dips below the 49th at my end, so that's telling.

At any rate, I have become quite fond of the Fourth of July because baby Rosebud was born this day.  Happy Birthday, Rosebud.  We practiced deception upon her, though and pretended yesterday was her birthday because the boys in our family wanted to go on a fishing trip, cause the salmon are running, eh?