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What is Labor Day?

Hello people. Good morning! I think today is Labor Day. (Which we celebrate with a three day weekend....I don't get it. More on this later.) I am pretty excited right now. Homecoming is coming (Y'all know that) and my friend already has a date. Yesterday I told myself that K would ask her, and they would go as friends.
I was right. I'm so smart. 😆
She thinks that a certain guy will ask me. (I'm not saying who, just in case he reads my blog.) Mom thinks I will be asked before the end of the week. My friend and I are planning o get ready together and like go matching. So cool. I have never done anything like this before.
Yesterday at youth we played my favorite game. Trashket Ball. It's super violent. I think I nearly broke my pinky. It hurts really bad when I move it some ways. (Wouldn't be the first time I messed it up by jerking it the wrong direction.Last time I had to get a splint.) I should maybe show a doctor or something...nah. If it turns purple and green all over then I will show somebody. But I am fine. It's my right hand so it should bother me too too much.
 Now. Let's find out what Labor Day is and why we celebrate it by getting off of work.
Apparently it is a day to celebrate those men and women who worked hard to make our economy awesome.You are also supposed to begin the day with a parade. Here's a link to what I just read.
https://www.dol.gov/general/laborday/history

It is nice to know that hard workers are recognized. I am going to go do homework. (I really don't want to but it's due tomorrow.) You guys have a great day, and make sure that you start it with a parade. Bye.

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