Apparently famous blogger Bub and Pie just heard that at the Blogher conference I insisted that she lived in London, England rather than London, Canada (which I didn’t even know existed).
I’m having flashbacks about the time that Marnie had to explain to me that although yes, she was British Columbian that didn’t actually mean she was British or Columbian.
It’s almost enough to make me regret picking “Artificial Cow Insemination” as a high school elective rather than “Geography”. But then I remember the light in Bessie’s eye the moment she saw an unqualified High School girl with a turkey baster that would bring her a child and that makes it all worth it.
By the way, I’ve recently been told by my “citified” friends that many of them didn’t take the majority of their high school classes in an Ag Barn (or any sort of barn at all!) and that in the “real world” most people don’t need to know how to judge cotton crops or how to kill boll weevils. Next thing you’ll be telling me is that you people didn’t have “Bring your tractor to school day” and you don’t buy your leather notebooks from the saddle shop.
The whole thing is confusing and I suspect Canada is just fucking with me.