end of summer, beginning of a blog

I used to hate when Labor Day approached. You spend the whole year planning what you are going to do once summer hits. Drop a few pounds. Get a tan. Pick up painting. Hit the beach. Dance at clubs. Just exploit every minute of extra daylight you have.

But then Labor Day weekend comes and you realize that all you did was watch Maury reruns while sitting under the air conditioner with a pint of coffee Heath Bar crunch. Summer's over and you have to go back to school.

Good thing I'm done with school! Now turn up the volume, I want to hear "You ARE the FATHER!"