On Saturday, Daughter #2 and I headed for the U.S. border. We like to shop over there once in a while and it's not too far away from where we live. Here's the border crossing:
If you believe that I've got some swampland in Florida for you.
It's just a sign.
No, here it is. The towns on either side of the border are divided by a river. When we crossed the bridge, #2's cellphone changed it's clock automatically. Suddenly we were a whole hour younger. Amazing! These days you need a passport to enter the U.S. We handed ours over to the U.S. border guard. Usually they just ask you where you're going and how long you'll be there. This time, we got the third degree. He wanted to know what relation we were to each other, what we did for a living and our astrological birth sign. Sheesh, we hadn't even bought anything yet, we were on our way over, Mr. Man. Then he wants us to pop the trunk for heaven's sake! What do we look like? A pregnant lady and a middleaged and still beautiful matronly type.
I guess you just never know. And I didn't have my press pass either. That would have showed him.