Labor Day weekend bums me out. Don’t get me wrong, I love love love me some three day weekend, but as three day weekends go, this one is the pits. It is the symbolic end of summer. How could it not be a major downer.
Spring in New England is great. Fall in New England is great. Winter in New England is six shades of suck. Summer in New England? Summer in New England is to humans as a belly rub from an Angel is to a kitty. Pretty much the best thing ever.
This week marks the end of the belly rub. Crap.
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