On Labor Day...I labored. Whatever happened to baked beans and potato salad at Ft. DeSoto for such holidays? I seriously need to regroup! Let's hear it for hamburgers and hot dogs!

DTD had a friend whose grandmother always fixed the same rotating 5 dinners for her two picky eater boys. Hamburgers, hot dogs, spaghetti, fried chicken (I'm making this up now) and spaghetti again. You know, that sounds kind of appealing actually. I may have mentioned this in an ancient blog, but since I can't remember, I'll assume no one else remembers either. A repertoire of 5 dinners, 4 if you count spaghetti twice, sounds like living the simple life to me. And kids would hardly have to ask, What's for dinnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (Robby did that)? And no more mommies going, What's for dinner??????????? HELP!!!!!!!!!!!! Really, my friend with 8 kids would wake up every morning and think, WHAT can I fix for dinner tonight? And then her day was totally ruined. I probably told you that before, too. Well, feel free to pass this little tip along.

Tomorrow is a big day. I MUST mail my sister's birthday box, which I labored over today, a labor of love, I might add. And then to my friend Jo's house for my late birthday lunch, but I'm bringing the food. Rather, I'm buying and bringing the food. Then I get to sit there and watch the Bible study movies I missed, which I love.

I'm trying to write four birthday thank you notes a day. My little problema is that I spend up to one half hour on each one. Once in a while I'll jot off a 5 minute note, just to balance things out a little. This, see, is why I can only average 4 a day, if you do the math.

Robby loves to chase twisty ties. They come from the dry cleaners, they use them to twist a group of hangars together, like three shirts under one sheet of plastic. They're really just garbage bag ties. Well, I knot them together so he can't swallow them. But he loves anything super light like that, it jazzes right out of his paws and skids across the floor. Tonight he seemed bored, all his mini mice are MIA again. So I went to my junk drawer and knotted up three twisty tie toys. Just like that -- one, two, three -- they were gone. They slide under the stove and refrigerator and wherever. Poor Robby.

Friends, I am going to bed. My friend expects my birthday lunch at high noon. I just don't know what kind of schedule some people are on.

Nocturnal KEM