As Labor Day approaches at its absolutely latest possible date, let me take the time to note that hardly anyone this side of a tombstone refers to just Labor Day anymore. Almost without fail, we talk about Labor Day Weekend.
Granted, this revelation falls far short of being revolutionary, intriguing, or surprising. It does, however, remind me of how our youngest daughter, KayJay, took the whole thing literally when giving birth to our granddaughter, SweetCheeks.
KayJay was not satisfied with having a few hours of labor. Even a day of labor wasn't enough. She stretched it out to a whole weekend...50 hours, to be exact.
And that, for those of you unfamiliar with the Norwegian ways of Minnesnowta, is what we call Uffdah.