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I thought God's name was "Hallowed," as in "Hallowed be . . ."
There are a couple of good anecdotes with similar mistakes that I heard when younger. One was a child who made a similar mistake to you and thought it was 'Harold be thy name'. Makes a LOT more sense up to a certain age. The other was another child who named their bear Gladly and when asked why they said it was like in the hymn, 'Gladly, the cross-eyed bear'. Though now I am older I suspect they were jokes!
 
My 7-year old grandniece is an avid reader. She reads as soon as she wakes up, when she is driving in the car, in the evening ... every chance she gets. She reads chapter books, and even researches her own library books online, and reserves them herself. My niece (her mother) gets surprise emails from the library that say, "The book you reserved in now ready for pick-up..."

And what does my grand-niece want to be when she grows up? She told me today. She wants to be a publisher.
 
When she's ready, let me know, I've got a couple of manuscripts !

My dumb employer decided that they will not observe the Civic Holiday for Ontario because legally, they don't have to (technically not a stat). Even though everyone in the province observes it. So...today a bunch of us just sat there at home at our work computers doing nothing because everything's closed. Guess it's nice to get paid to watch youtube and look at memes, but come on, man.
 
I was supposed to bring my niece to the Buffalo airport this morning (she's going back to work in Seattle). Checked my passport and it expires tomorrow! For some reason, it was in my mind that it expired in November. Checked online if they'd let me in so close to expiry date, and no, they recently implemented a six-month rule, where your passport must be valid at least six months after date of entry.
 
Well, nuts, Louanne. I miss the days when we could cross the border without passports. Typical Canadian customs conversation going into Alberta back then:

"Hi! Where you headed?"

"We're going camping near Jasper."

"How long you staying?"

"About a week."

"Have fun."

Typical customs conversation coming home back then.

"Hi, where you headed?"

"Home."

"What's your citizenship?"

"United States citizens."

To the children: "Do you know these people?"

Children (mystified): "Yeah, that's Mom, that's Dad."

"Okay. Drive safe."

Alas, no more.

By the way, the most obnoxious customs agents I ever met were a couple of Canadians on the Montana/BC border. They single-handedly destroyed any notion of Canadian niceness, and no, we did nothing to provoke them. I'm not sure if they were having a bad day or were just naturally mean girls.
 
I miss the days when we could cross the border without passports.

I remember those days. Our conversations at the borders mostly went like yours, too.

I'm not sure what it is like now, but when we drove to Florida in March, we were basically waved through going and coming.

Anyway, my sister took off from work to get my niece to the airport. And I filled in my passport re-application this morning!
 
Well, nuts, Louanne. I miss the days when we could cross the border without passports. Typical Canadian customs conversation going into Alberta back then:

"Hi! Where you headed?"

"We're going camping near Jasper."

"How long you staying?"

"About a week."

"Have fun."

Typical customs conversation coming home back then.

"Hi, where you headed?"

"Home."

"What's your citizenship?"

"United States citizens."

To the children: "Do you know these people?"

Children (mystified): "Yeah, that's Mom, that's Dad."

"Okay. Drive safe."

Alas, no more.

By the way, the most obnoxious customs agents I ever met were a couple of Canadians on the Montana/BC border. They single-handedly destroyed any notion of Canadian niceness, and no, we did nothing to provoke them. I'm not sure if they were having a bad day or were just naturally mean girls.
About 5 years ago we crossed into Canada near Thunder Bay. When the official asked if we had anything to declare, our autistic son -- a 20-year-old man -- in the back seat declared, "I am not a criminal." After a few seconds of silence, the official smiled and said, "I believe you," and waved us through. I wonder what would happen in these turbulent times.
 
About 5 years ago we crossed into Canada near Thunder Bay.
Must've been a long trip, if this wasn't the destination!

I was last in the States maybe like.. 7 years ago? Drove down to Syracuse with some pals to party. I do remember the good ol' days when you just had to show your driver's license. Not sure when I might ever go back with things as they are.

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Okay. I hate to do this to myself, but I asked for it after an entire day of goofing off in so many ways. I am henceforth banned from playing with y'all until I write a full first draft of an 1800 word science article. If you see me around here without an explicit permission slip that says YES! THE ARTCLE IS DRAFTED!, please send me back home.

See y'all later.
 
I just had an idea for the next Bond villain. His death trap involves opening a trapdoor that sends the unsuspecting victim down a slide (suitably pre-greased, of course) and directly into the opening maw of a crocodile.

The villain's name will be Vladimir Slidowsky ... so MI6 will call him Slid the Vicious. Obviously. (Slid, slide ... Potato, potatoe ...) =P

Slid will get his comeuppance when Bond (without help from Q) manages to get a grip on the slide and pull himself back up it again ... and then, through circumstances too tedious to describe and too contrived to film, will send Slid the Vicious back down the slide again. Cue terrified screams and *MUNCH CRUNCH* sound effects. Roll the credits. ;)
 
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