I am feeling quite cozy, thank you for asking. I'm hanging out with my dad, he fed me steak and potatoes, we laughed together at the original "War of the Worlds," and now I am safely up in "my" room (the guest bedroom) about to turn in for the night. Yes, I always go to bed this early.
I just wanted to share an anecdote with all of yous guys.
Ahem. When I was a small child I didn't understand what Labor Day was. I knew we didn't have to go to school and that my parents didn't have to go to work, but I was unsure what Labor Day was all about.
In my head I had reasoned that it was like Veteran's Day or Memorial Day, just one of those days they had picked at random to honor our nation's heroes.
Then I remember hearing the word "labor" on a sitcom of some kind, probably Friends, or maybe even Murphy Brown (she had a child out of wedlock, you know!) and realized that it meant "having a baby." (I'm sorry I'm so fond of quotation marks today)
Oh! I thought, it must be like Mother's Day. But wait, why do Mothers get two holidays and Fathers only get the one?
I felt oh so bad for my poor Father for oh so many years. The true meaning of Labor Day actually eluded me until I was 16 and held my first job and subsequently, received the first Monday in September off.
Oh. Labor. Work. Got it.
There's a lot of blonde under this brunette sometimes.
Happy Labor Day to all you Mother's out there! Also everyone else with a job! Have a great weekend!
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