For lots of working folks, Labor Day was supposed to be a nice break from the daily grind. A day off to barbecue and drink beer and otherwise bullshit around.
I missed the memo. My Labor Day “holiday” was spent busting my ass cleaning, cooking and doing laundry. These things HAD to get done… so where was my helpful husband? At football practice, of course. While he was gone, he also secured us guests for the evening AND offered to feed them dinner. Then asked me to also make them fucking cookies too. What do I look like, Martha Stewart?!
So to top off my already shitty choriday (chores + holiday = get it?!) I also had to prepare for guests. Since I’m such a badass, I did it all in 4 minutes! Don’t believe me? Click play….