Canada, William

I don’t know if you need to blame the entire country, but I’m pretty sure Wil plays some not so small part in it.

Well, I think I am breathing without putting myself into a drug induced coma.

I’ve become really good at missing the ferry. It’s not hard to do. If you have a reservation on the 5pm ferry off of Vancouver Island on a Sunday, and that ferry is “full” if you show up one minute past the check-in time, if you show up at 4:31, you’ve officially missed the ferry. And you may have to wait only an hour, or maybe two, depending on the schedule. I always arrive in plenty of time for my 9pm ferry on Friday. I’m usually there about 8. But one little traffic mistake on the way off the island…. and I’m getting home as late as 1am. Depending. BC Ferries has made so much money on me, just on non-refundable $17.50 reservation fees, for boats I never sailed on.

The allergy attack actually started when I was in the car, heading to the ferry, not while we were watching Veronica Mars DVD’s. I was heading home. I was just driving along and then BAMF! Snot. Tears. Itchy eyes. Sneezes. But I think it’s pretty obvious. I’ve become allergic to leaving Canada.

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