As I reflect back on summer this Labor Day, I have but one thought: This summer bit the big one. We began the official start of summer with an official visit to the emergency room and double diagnosis of Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease during Memorial Day Weekend. July 4th was celebrated with a rousing rendition of my telling the neighbors to go f#@$ themselves while spewing off faux statistics about children blowing their fingertips off with bottle rockets. And here is it Labor Day and my house looks like Guns N Roses (back before Axl Rose went bald) went on a bender with their friends from Motley Crue (back before Tommy divorced Heather and married Pam several times or whatever their deal is).
Not the best summer. But then I look at the girls, less baby and more little girl, looking all grown up in their turtle and flamingo-themed swimsuits and think, "How can I be pissy?" This summer sort of sucked, but the girls learned to eat with a fork, say "I love you" before bed and occasionally utter the word "shit" which I recently yelled when I spilled Diet Coke on myself while driving my mother's car. My kids are healthy, happy and have a keen ear for profanity. What more could I really ask for?
So I will spend today being grateful for what I have rather than bitching about what is wrong with the world. Like why you can't buy booze in Alabama on Sunday. That's weird. I mean, you can plan ahead and get all liquored up on Sunday if you want but you can't go out to the store and buy more if you need it. I bet this law promotes people actually buying MORE alcohol than they need -- just in case -- and actually drinking heavily on Sunday, because, hey, you've got lots left over from the back-up supply you bought just in case you ran out after midnight on Saturday so why not polish it off on Sunday? So a law that was meant to keep folks sober on Sundays is really promoting crazy ass drunken benders all across the state of Alabama. Just a theory.