This coming Saturday I will be infiltrating…uh, visiting Canada. I head across enemy lines, putting not only myself in danger but my lovely wife as well. We are fully prepared to bluff our way past the palace guard…uh, border patrol…with nothing but a seemingly ordinary Ford Taurus and driver’s licences. Silly Canadians.
We will instill ourselves into darkest Canada for over 24 hours, gleaning their military prowess and state-of-the-art weaponry. We’ll also partake in delectable homemade meals. Luckily, I have spent the last few years building an immunity to iocane powder.
Do you, my savvy reader, have any ideas on how to make this trip a guaranteed success?