When Sean and I were considering menus for this weekend, I gave him the declaration of “I feel like something Labour Day-ish” as my input into the proceedings. I always try to be helpful.
My description may have been cryptic, but it was the best that I could do. It is the last long weekend of summer, and no matter how we’d felt the week preceding, I wanted to take full advantage. I wanted summer sent on its merry way with every bit of the appropriate fanfare.
And so we’ (...)
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