After the crazy holidays, it feels like January should be a rest — but it never is and usually more crazy than December (at least for me — PAs and people trying to burn their vacation hours before they loose them in March). So when the yard starts waking up, it gives me a little boost and reminder that I am almost through the grind.
Beginning of February means the Super Bowl, but I like to call it “Plate of Tacos day”. For the first time in years, I didn’t have to work, but had to keep the tradition alive.






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