I'm telling you, dude, I married into a family with a sister-in-law from Quebec City. She and her kin are stuck up cunts. They all speak French. They are fluent in English, yet they will twitter amongst themselves in French internittently, then look around at someone around them that doesn't speak it and burst into laughter. They actually call themselves "French-Canadians" when you accidentally just call them Canadian. They openly look down their nose at America and uncouth Americans, yet they are more than thrilled to make lots of American dollars and live here instead of paying dual taxes.

I actually made her choke on her wine shortly after we met because she was talking about her "proud French ancestry" and I piped up with "No shit? Hell, we may share some family tree branches, I'm part Cajun!" She looked like she'd smelled a seriously bad fart and chattered off something to her husband in French. Mind you, I knew I was going to piss her off with that comment, but from what I've seen of Western Canadians since moving up here, you guys would have seen the humor in that and not acted like I had just wiped my ass with your Sunday linens.

I've found myself very comfortable with most of the folks from B.C., Alberta, NW Territories, and Saskatchewan that I've met. In fact, I have a neighbor from the territories that is almost as redneck and backwoods as I am. Y'all rock and that's cool. (Me liking Canadiana, who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?) You guys are goofy, down home, bassackwards, and kinda dippy and I'll be damned if that isn't just about the perfect way to describe the most countrified members of my family.