1. The truth is that I don't REALLY even know what Labor day is about. All I know is that Adam is home from work, Jayci is home from school, and yet I still have to send out my email newsletter. Lame.
2. This weekend we celebrated my sister's bachelorette weekend. I seriously find it hard to believe she's going to be married in less than three weeks. Next weekend, in fact, is the ceremony at the Hindu temple. For which I get to wear a beautiful "Lacha," which is an "Indian party dress" according to my sister. All I know is that it's pretty and beaded and green and pink. And shows my belly, which is blindingly white and contrasts nicely with the bright colors and my camp-all-summer-wearing-a-one-piece tan . . .
Back to the bachelorette party: It was fun. And I have no photographic evidence that it even existed because my camera has not been retrieved from the shop yet. I was really sad not to have it along this weekend, especially since my talented sister made a delicious cake using a penis-mold (it looked more like Casper the friendly ghost - but that wasn't her fault, I blame the mold). And because Sarah paid for all her bridesmaid to have a FAN-CEE wine tasting at a gorgeous, gorgeous vineyard in North Georgia. Where it was so beautiful that it was physically painful not to have my camera in hand. And then we went for boat rides, and laid out in the sun on a fantastic double decker dock. Although I will be honest, I did sneak off to bed before all the rest of the younguns did. Proving that I was the old-married-mama at the party.
3. While I was gallivanting around doing bachelorette activities, including eating lots of junk and drinking margaritas, Adam took the boys (Zack and Sabo) along with my brother-in-law-to-be to the opening Georgia game. We were super-excited to be able to take them, because we are hoping to inspire them to attend college. Especially college at UGA. Go Dawgs! It was a blow-out, the weather was perfect, and game day is always fun - so I'd say mission accomplished on that one. But again, no photographic evidence that it ever happened.
4. Today we're sitting at my parents' house, and staring at the accumulated mess from them being out of town and us not having to immediately pick-up after ourselves. I'm willing it to go away on it's own, but unfortunately the cleaning crew doesn't come until Friday and my parents get home tomorrow. Dang-it.
5. We *think* we're putting an offer on a house tomorrow . . . PRAY!!!