OK. So I've commandeered my mum's blog again, but I don't have much time before she figures it out. You'd rather hear from me anyway, right? (This is Cora, if you haven't figured it out.)
So yesterday I learned that I'm Canadian. I don't really know what that means.
But being Canadian sounds pretty cool. I guess I can handle that.
What does a Canadian do? Eat poutine? Eat crepes? Chase moose? Or meese? Owls are Canadian, right? Here's me in a Canadian shirt....
Being Canadian Rocks!