There’s more to the Labor Day story.
Steve and I were in the kitchen cleaning up. He was cleaning up, at least. I was hanging out.
His phone dink-a-doo’d a text announcement. I see that it is our (female) friend, M.
Why is M texting you? I ask.
He has no idea, reads it, then reads it to me. “Want me to pick you up at 1:00 for some me and you time at my niece’s pool?”
Immediately we know that she has mixed up our numbers which are only one off. We laugh, and I tell him to respond, and he does.
“I don’t think Julie would appreciate that, though I’m flattered!”
My phone then lights up, and my friend and I make plans for an afternoon together at the pool where we swim and relax and talk and bake in the sun.
What sweet, hilarious, Labor Day grace.