I went to Victoria this weekend, and returned, with no incidents. That is to say, my ID remained safe at all times. Later, when I have more energy, I will share my road rage with you, from the trip up on Friday evening. Tell me, how hard is it to understand this concept: Keep Right Except to Pass. Or this one: Slower Traffic Stay Right?

In the old days, before 9/11, crossing the border was laughably easy. Where are you from? Where are you going? How long are you staying? Have a nice time. And coming back was equally easy, with one additional question – do you have anything to declare?

Now, they are curious about all aspects of your visit. And your life. Both Canadian and US custom agents are very interested in how I ended up with a Canadian boyfriend. They ask me, just like that, too. How did you end up with a Canadian boyfriend? And while I am always tempted to say “Just lucky, I guess,” they don’t have much of a sense of humor. I try to avoid the wise crackery. It’s hard for me to just say that we met on the internet. I’m always tempted to start out with “Well, I have this blog, you see, and one day he found it, and then….. ” I mean, how much detail do they want? You wouldn’t think they’d want much, but last night, the US customs agent wanted to know how everything was working out. Between me and my Canadian boyfriend. He was a bit sassy, tho. He also asked me, in these exact words, “Soooo…. whadya got?”

“What do I got… what do I have? You mean, what did I buy?”

“Yeah.”

“Ummm… nothing.”

I guess it could get boring asking the same old questions day after day.