A Day Off?

"Dad, whats Labor day?"
"It's a day set aside to celebrate all the people who labored to make this country great."
"I thought it was an excuse to drink to excess."
"That too."
"So How do YOU celebrate Labor day?"
"Well, to me labor day means two things, either your giving birth or you're working!"

And I ain't pregnant. 
SOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
After the oddly brisk day we had yesterday I'm gonna be busy getting out more stock, as well as a few special orders I have to prep, so my day is full.  But no worries, if you love your job it ceases to be work and is more like play.  Aint' nothin' like gettin' dirty doin' what ya like.
Well the fun of child rearing has moved into its next inevitable stage: Teething.  A little earlier then we've been accustomed to but that can be perceived as a good sign, means she may be an early bloomer.  Hopefully not to early though.  Once they hit the "feet on the floor, A movin'" stage they're less likely to want to snuggle (and far more dangerous for the higher placed items at home!) So needless to say mommy and daddy didn't get our ten winks (gave up a LONG time ago about trying to get 40) And to top it off, mommy's got a sinus infection after being subjected to a couple days of intense bike painting here at the shop (sorry).
Seeing as its early in our morn I don't have a plethora of whimsical yarns to spin, but give it time and check us out tonight.
Life is, if nothing else, entertaining