Laboring on Labor Day

Good Morning!

I hope you weren't working on Labor Day, like I was. The definition of Labor Day (I'm sorry, it is too early for a vocab lesson? Bear with me...) is as follows:

–noun

(in the U.S.) a legal holiday, commonly the first Monday in September, in honor of labor.

So, why was I working on Labor Day??? Well, I work for a college, and students were in session (why?), so I was in my office working (again, why?). Johnny was off having an amazing weekend getaway with his best friend and my brother, and I was at work. Okay, I'll stop whining...

The real topic I wanted to post about was about our weekend adventures! Johnny had great man time (including eating lots of hot-dogs, a scary town that reminded him of a Steven King novel, and a story about a huge fish that coincidentally "got away"), and I did wedding plans with my future sister-in-law.

The first thing K (the bride-to-be) needed was a date (to clarify, a calendar date, not a date to the wedding! Hopefully brother S will be filling that role!), and you can't pick a date until you have a reception site booked, so that was our goal. She's thinking of an outdoor ceremony and a beautiful inside reception. We looked here, here, and here, but we landed here! The Rochester Ballroom was everything she wanted, and more. It's gorgeous, which is the most important. The woman she would be working with is amazing, and they have a "fresh kitchen," which means they make EVERYTHING from scratch there, down to the potato chips (not that K will have potato chips at her wedding, but maybe I could order a side of them for myself?)  They also do all the flowers there, including the centerpieces. So, a deposit was sent, and June 24, 2011 is now etched in stone on my calendar. And, I was asked to be a bridesmaid! *scream* Get how she asked me: She gave me a box of Godiva truffles. Wow. I love her dearly. Don't come over wanting a truffle, because they're already gone. Please don't be surprised.

To celebrate, we sprinted meandered over to Simply Crepes, which I've commented on under the "dine" tab. I didn't even open the menu, and announced to K, my mom, and K's grandmother that I was getting the Simply Strawberry Crepe, what I always have. K's grandmother commented, "Is that a dessert?" Yes, but it is so much more than a dessert. It is a piece of heaven hear on earth. She may think I'm a bit odd. 

My mom forced me convinced me to split the Mediterranean Chicken Crepe with her. Good choice Mom, it was just delicious. 

Then, something HISTORICAL happened. My mom and I SPLIT my strawberry crepe. Seriously, this is amazing for me. I'm not good at sharing. I was an only girl, okay? It's not even in my vocabulary. I mean, sharing is hard when the thing you're to share is this:

Photo Courtesy of My Green Orchard, and my dear friend, the author :)

 Mom, this in and of itself, should show you how much I love you.

Anyway, that is the recap of my 3 day normal length weekend. I'm still working on not being bitter. 

~June