Sorry about the lack of strips: El and I were in Toronto over Labor Day weekend. They call it Labour Day. Go Canada. I'll blog more about the trip later. We flew in Thu night and there were no customs forms to be found anywhere. El and I nabbed two that a worker scrounged up and then our French forms were in high demand. It was sort of cool being in such a bilingual city, and I was almost tempted to reach back into the middle school memory banks. Good thing I didn't, or I might've ended up like Bunny.