Although I understand that Labor Day is a day designed to honor the work force, I always find it ironic that, given it’s name, Labor Day is actually one of the laziest days of the year for me. We sleep in, letting the breeze flow through the curtains as we read books in bed and play electronic games on our iPod. We eat chocolate for breakfast and sit in pajamas watching television. We mosey around in slow motion, picking on each other (out of love, of course) and think that this is the life, earning money while we’re not even at work.
Once we finally get enough energy for showers, we get dressed and lazy around some more. I meet up with my best friend for a shopping trip to Cedar Rapids while Kevin meets his brother for a trip to the mall.
After shopping, there’s fresh chocolate chips cookies rising in the oven and dishes being washed by a miracle machine, my friend, the dishwasher. Clean up. Lounge some more.
All of the cookies in my stomach push me to go for a short run so I take off outside to put a few miles on my shoes. Shower time, pajamas again, and now I’m back to lounging on the loveseat while Kevin puts his feet up over on the sofa.
Labor day? No thanks, I would rather relive this day, spending time with people I love, doing absolutely nothing at all. What a perfect, long, relaxing weekend.
P.S. Coming soon! The story of the Mexican turtle.
P.S. Coming soon! The story of the Mexican turtle.
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