Well, here it is, a beautiful Labor Day in North Carolina. The hurricane weather has decided to chill out long enough to let come to the surface a cool, sunny day. Work is done, and as I drove home, the smell of grilling was everywhere. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be sitting out on the front deck knocking some back, and letting the afternoon usher in a night of revelry to help celebrate the passing of another humid, shitty summer.
But I’m sick. So’s my girl. I’m watching the Dog Whisperer Marathon, and Allison’s taking a nap. So, whatever. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you have a great time on an inconsequential holiday such as this one. Other times, you let it pass by and just wait till the next one comes. No biggie, I just wish it were time to get hammered.
Hey – at least I didn’t send Jonny another picture of me in a jockstrap.by