Tax season for peter means looong hours, hard work, exhaustion. For me, it means being alone at home and waiting to eat dinner till 9 pm. He definitely got the hard part of the deal.
We spend 3 months rearranging our schedule, not going anywhere on weekends, putting all projects on hold, and trying to balance work time and home time the best we can.
Let me just say, I realize many couples out there have to deal with crazy schedules all year round. To you out there, I am sorry. Its hard.
Enough of the boo-hoo. To celebrate the end of tax season, we headed over to the beach for a long weekend. This is the third year we have done this and it is so, so, wonderful. Our weekend was full of sun, warm weather, walks on the beach, bike rides, shopping, food, and most importantly, time together.
oh, we also brought this creature....
Scully loved the beach house backyard, sleeping in the big garage, and most of all, the ocean. Oh and sniffing every rock, shell, seaweed, and passing dog. She was a fun addition to our trip.
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well deserved!
p.s. this reminds me of the time jake told my fat ankles were going to be more of a problem for HIM than for ME...
Fun!! Scully is so cute, such a natural beach dog!
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