I want to talk to the namer of Labor Day. Actually just kidding, I dont. I know technically Labor Day is a holiday to give everyone a break from their jobs; and yet here I am, 9:06 pm at night, working. But that is not the point I wanted to make with this post. I realized something this morning, I was home in the wonderfully warm southern Nevada helping my brother with his Eagle Project* and then after that watching my dad and brothers do yard work and listening to my mom talk about cleaning the walls. Labor day is really a day to use to catch up on all the other work we would do if we did not have work.
I feel like there should be a picture right about now.. but alas I am lame and do not have any relevant or relevant pictures to insert here.
*At said Eagle Project I was turning off a sprinkler when a mouse ran over my hand. A real, fat, wild mouse. Yeah I am probably going to die from wild mouse disease. (yes that is a real yet mostly fictional disease.. I am going to be the proof of said disease)
Oh! This reminds me, we have had a slight West Nile outbreak here. Guess I'm never going outside again in my life.
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