Weekend, Ahoy!

Happy Labor Day! If you are reading this today, I sincerely hope it's not from a computer at work; that would seriously suck for you.

As for me, I will be heading into work here in just a few, after I hit Publish on this post. Happily, I am only going to the hardware store, and my only tasks are daily receipts and payroll, so, it won't take all day, which means it only half-seriously sucks for me. It would suck worse, but Hugh will be along for the ride, as he has volunteered to run, stuff, and stamp our month-end statements while I count money, saving me at least an hour or more.

Of course, once we are done at the store, we are going to fully embrace the "labor" part of the day by climbing into the attic above the garage, where we intend to go through every box, crate, tote, and bag, in preparation of the yard sale that I have definitively scheduled for the fourteenth of this brand new month.

Kill me.

Kill me, now; it would be a mercy.

Anyhoodle, at least I will have the memory of the relaxing weekend that we spent in the company of good friends and family, doing things we love and soaking up the final rays of summer sunshine. It's not for nothing that it happened on the boat. Finally!

For the first time in about three years, she ran great! Not one second of frustration or concern! And we ran her hard; all three kids and Hugh either wake boarded or knee boarded, and, we pulled all three of the kids on the Super Mable, which is the largest tube we own.

Chris, Jana, and the Newlyweds pulled out their big boat, so we had plenty of room to stretch out, and, I finally got a picture of my babies in the spillway of the dam, where we have taken pictures for years and years.

Of course we missed the Man-Cub like crazy, but, three-out-of-four ain't bad.

After pulling off the lake, we cleaned up a bit and then met Chris, Jana, and the Newlyweds at Carmen's, where we capped off the day with BBQ and chilled wine under the stars. It was a great way to build my strength for what comes today, AKA: the attic purge.

Which, I have pushed off for long enough if the look that Hugh keeps shooting me is any indication. Sooo...off we go.

Time to labor on this Labor Day.

The official photographer of Labor Day Weekend being towed about by her minion...