My boyfriend and I went to the beach where I did my best to shed years of office-vibe build up in honor of this great day. We had a great time until Issue #354AC reared its ugly head and we spent the next two hours in relationship combat out there under God, the hot sun and beach umbrellas... The good news is that two hours later when the sun was setting and people were packing up their their umbrellas (OK, so I still don't have one...), I could hug and kiss my boyfriend AND mean it! Despite my attempts, my boyfriend won't let me get away with any passive aggressive eye-ball rolling, and so I am forced to dissect the minutia of our well-matched dysfunctionality until we see the light of truth. At one point in my life, the idea that such relationships existed (let alone the idea that I could be in one) was beyond lunacy...

In honor of this day would like to send out a formal apology to those well-intentioned guys who suffered through the apocalypse of my total lack of faith in male/female relationships.

Just for today, I can celebrate labor day by laboring at love.