In order to properly celebrate Labor Day, I cleaned the kitchen yesterday. Not the half-assed job I normally do, either. I really cleaned. I used a mop AND a Swifter Wet Jet.

I wonder if the Republicans know the Socialist origins of the Labor Day holiday. Do you think they’d go to work on Monday, in protest, if they really knew? Look it up. Wikipedia even said that it was originated in Canada! But that’s wikipedia. Still, hi-five, Canada!

I have all the big plans for “after Labor Day.” The whole back-to-school / Labor Day weekend time is a sort of quasi-new years to me. And I have not been back to school in a very long time. But the feeling never goes away. I need knew clothes and some new crayons. Not to mention a new backpack.

Anyhoo, like I said, I have many many plans. So many plans that you’d think I was setting myself up for failure. But they are really all part of one big plan. And there is no failure in this one big plan. It’s intense and holistic, I’ll have to create a graphic to explain.

That will all have to wait a few days, I’m afraid. We are leaving tomorrow morning for Calgary. Wil’s mother passed away this week. I would to officially remind that bitch, fate, that I requested we NOT have anymore funerals. That instead we have job interviews and fancy parties. WTF, fate?