Yeah, Labor Day. Where I celebrate my proletarian roots by sitting in the sun and watching college football (HAIL TO PITT, BABY!!!) and then stuffing my face. And then stuffing my face some more, then hitting a hammock, and then going to the Great Stoneboro Fair, visiting with relatives, and then eating fried dough, a thing for which there is NO nutritional justification. And then, I lie around on a hammock some more. And then, I sleep in, and then I eat too much at my sister’s. So, I’m gettin’ fatter. Meanwhile, the Vanity Plates keep on a-lurkin’. Bastards. I gotta get back in shape if I’m gonna keep up with this phenomenon. Good thing the Harrisburg Half-Marathon is coming up this Sunday.
So, to recap: Fatness, I has it. Time to get crackin’. That has nothing to do with Vanity Plates, I just need to remind myself to get back into the gym. I’ll see you next week.