Well, Labor Day is here. That dreaded end-of-summer holiday that not only signals the closing day of the pool, but also the last day for white pants, shorts, skirts, dresses, shoes and purses AND the retirement of linens and seersuckers. Boo. Hiss. But, before I get ahead of myself, I should share what was a pretty marvelous long weekend.
We literally kicked off the holiday at the Georgia Tech vs. Western Carolina football game Thursday night.
We lounged at the pool all day Friday and Saturday.
Sister and Bird came over while Honey and my Sister's Mister were at Sunday's Fantasy Football draft (of which I will never understand the allure.) We drank watermelon frosties and noshed on a delish summer salad (prepared by Sister!)...
Fall ball got off to a stellar start with an early Saturday morning scrimmage.
At nights after the littles were slumbering, we caught up on this...
...and played this...
And when the tornado warnings came today, we marched down to the newly finished basement (yay!), glued ourselves to the tele and enjoyed the aroma of our crock pot ribs wafting down from the kitchen. When the tornados passed us by, we headed back up to dine on said ribs (not moi...per the aforementioned bone loathing), potato salad, tomato pie and apple pie a la mode. At which point we rolled up the stairs and into our beds.
With that, I'm back to being despondent over the fact that Mother Nature robbed us of our last sun filled, seersucker-fied day of summer.