Who's up for some s'mores?
Since then the relationship between us has improved immeasurably. After all, it had nowhere to go but up.
Of course, if a bunch of nut-job Yanks were still harbouring a grudge and were up to returning the favour this would probably be the best week to do it.
Sound incredible? It could happen. Just think of rallying the members of the Westboro Baptist Church together. And I thought Canada was the per capita king of nut jobs.
How could it happen? Because many Canadians - the ones in so called lower Canada - will likely book off work this week and take advantage of yesterday's Fete National or St Jean-Baptist Day June 24th - where the majority of Quebeckers eat a lot of poutine, drink a lot of Labatt's 50 and watch a lot of fireworks - and next Monday's Canada Day July 1st - where the majority of the rest of the country imitates Quebec.
Cinquante de Labatt - a manly Canadian beer.
You see many Quebeckers and Canadians will enjoy one or the other or both long weekends, and perhaps the shortened work week in between as well.
They'll be off at the cottage, the lake, Toronto, (yeah, right!) the poutine bar and the brewery and such and you Americans can just sneak right in.
And these days we won't mind coming under attack. Everybody hates our government up here anyway, not to mention certain fat cats in the Senate who feel a certain entitlement to padding their expenses at the taxpayers, um, ah, expense.
And guys, leave your watery, diluted, pissy Budweiser beer at home. But bring your own fireworks. We can't afford them any more after paying out all those housing allowances to members of the Red Chamber.
If you're looking for our Parliament Buildings, just go to Toronto and turn right.
Don't wait too long. Come July 1 you'll encounter this crowd.
Oh, and if I forget later, or am too hung over or too poutine puffy to remember, Happy July 4th!