Because both my birthday and that of my younger sister falls in the first week of September, whenever Labor Day rolls around I always think of the childbirth type of Labor rather than the manual, blue collar, unionized, work-a-day type of Labor that the holiday was meant to honor.
Yep, Labor day for my mother had a special meaning. The exception was my older brother who was born around Thanksgiving. Apparently, with my sister and myself, my mother decided that she'd rather get the hard work finished with a bit more time to rest up before the holidays.
And there's only 74 days left until the results are released. Here's to the hope that the Bar Graders are putting some labor this weekend. Cheers, blokes! Please make sure you're in a good mood when you pick up my folders.