Today was Labor Day, as you may have noticed.

It is a lot of different things, to a lot of different people.  For instance, the National Hot Dog and Sausage Council says that between Memorial Day and Labor Day…. we Americans will eat 7 billion hot dogs.

I have not had one all summer long.  Nada.  Not even in the form of a Corn Dog.  A crying shame, I know.   The moment was never quite right.  You see, these days, I don’t eat a whole big bunch of meat.  So when I do, it is typically in the form of something colossal.  Like a Filet Mignon.

But back to Labor Day.  Did you know this was strictly an American Holiday?  I don’t understand why, really.  I mean, who could pass up celebrating the most noble act on earth.

Mothers all over the world should be honored for this, I’ll tell you.  Giving birth to a child is no small detail.  That is for sure.  In fact, not a one of us would be here, if it weren’t for the labors of our mothers.   It is quite painful, in fact.  At least that is what I am told.  So… on this day… I want to personally thank all the mothers, near and far, for enduring labor, and giving birth.  Happy Labor Day to you.

(Hold on a second. Mary was just reading over my shoulder, and she contends that today is not a Motherhood Holiday.  I’ll have to Wikipedia this one…. so here’ s a small commercial break while you wait.)

Okay.  I’m back.  Never mind you Mothers.

Happy Work-Your-Butts-Off-Day.

And tomorrow…. Have a hot dog.  Wear white.  Break the rules.  And…. call your Mother if you are lucky enough to have one.  You can make this day anything you want.

Most people have never learned that one of the main aims in life is to enjoy it.
— Samuel Butler

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
— George Eliot

We can’t plan life. All we can do is be available for it.
— Lauryn Hill