Labor Day, Christie style
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This year, I decided to celebrate Labor Day by rewarding myself for having given birth three times. Yes, I realize it was a long time ago. No, that doesn't make it any less painful.
That's what we celebrate Labor Day for, right?
I mean honestly, do you think Mother's Day makes up for the fact that I voluntarily split my heinie in half? And did it three times, one of those without an epidural? No, it doesn't. Which is why, this past Labor day, I was found in Branson doing this:
With them:
Instead of them:
That's what we celebrate Labor Day for, right?
I mean honestly, do you think Mother's Day makes up for the fact that I voluntarily split my heinie in half? And did it three times, one of those without an epidural? No, it doesn't. Which is why, this past Labor day, I was found in Branson doing this:
I'm pretty sure the mother of the year plaque won't bear my name this year. Oh well. It was totally worth it.
This weekend, there was a lot of:
Laughing
Eating
You Tube searching
Flashing grill wearing
Shopping
Boating
Journey worshipping
Tennis playing
There was not a lot of:
Sleeping
Cooking
Cleaning (unless your name is Butch and you are the maid. Then there was definitely a lot of cleaning that took place).
A most excellent way to spend a holiday. Thanks, girls. It was a great weekend. Let's do it again soon.
Like tomorrow. Anyone?
Oh, and Katie? This one's for you: "They never take them off!"
