When I was but a young girl, I had a Labor Day joke that really, really got my Mom's goat. Every single Labor Day Weekend, I would roll out this zinger and without fail, she would laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and then she would take another quaalude, and then she'd laugh some more. It was rich. Oh Mom, how I miss you. You should call me sometime, seriously. Really, I'm not even mad about the identity theft thing anymore, honest. I even sort of like getting six of the same subscription to Highlights magazine.
Anyway, I thought I would roll out the 'ol Labor Day jokie one more time, see if it plays to this crowd as well as it did to the "reared me out of her uterus" one. Here goes ...
ME: How about Labor Day, huh?!
MOM: Yeah?
ME: You know what I don't get about Labor Day?
MOM: What?
ME: It's called LABOR day ... but nobody works!!!
*gasping for air in between raucous laughter*
ME: Anyone take the subway here?!
That's all for now, kids. Now get back to work ... after all, it's not LABOR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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