I have several friends who carry both US and Irish Passports.
My husband wishes he were Canadian. Can’t say I totally understand it, but he loves snow, beavers, Kids in the Hall, Tom Green, and wishes he could pronounce it “a-boot” without people thinking he’s totally bizarre.
When we were dating, he once said that if he’d met a Canadian woman needing citizenship before he met me, he’d have married her in a heartbeat. We own more Canadian flags than American flags…
Well, if you count all of the empty Labatt Blue cans that I have with the Canadian flag painted on it, then so do I.
Especially if you count the Labatt cans. With his love of Canada, he almost exclusively drinks Canadian beer. Labatt and Molson are staples of our fridge.
This is sounding some warning bells in my mind. Where did you get him from? I always say that Canadians are the most dangerous of all foreign people from other countries because you can’t really tell for sure except for the beer cans and intimate knowledge of hockey. He could be a Canadian spy. I know it is your so-called husband but I would think of giving the Department of Homeland Security a tip just in case.
There is no way my husband is a spy. Just… no way.
There’s no way he’s actually Canadian. If I bumped into him, he wouldn’t apologize. Hockey and curling are not the best sports in the world. He has no proclivities towards mass donut consumption. He also doesn’t believe God should save the Queen, that health care should be free and national or that maple trees are sacred. (Though, he does call Arbor Day “Christmas for beavers.”)
We’re completely harmless. Just ask Hollywood. Lots of Canadians there.