Since it's labor day weekend, I'm now going to treat you to a minute-by-minute rundown of the two times I was actually in labor.*
Go grab yourself a big frosty Bloody Mary and get comfortable kids, this is going to be goddam riveting.
Not really. I'm going to go outside with a beer and a bulldog and pretend I have a union job.
Happy three days off in a row.
PS - Exactly why do people write about that for the whole internet? Because, bluck.