A friend pointed out last night that we've been blowing at updating lately. What he doesn't know is that we were on an official, pre-Labor Day vacation.
To some, Labor Day rings in the advent of autumn and thusly the closure of summer. To this LLC, Labor Day is a celebration of Haymarket and a reason to sing the Internationale:
also, White parties (the clothing, not the skin color), Hobo parties, Thirtieth Anniversary parties (of a club, not a marriage). My sister gets a little more legal tomorrow and my brother-in-law gets a little further over thirty today. In short, happiness abounds.
And this will not stop happening for twenty-five more days:
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