It’s not every year February 29th comes around. What did you do to celebrate? In honor of a day that only comes once every four years, I decided to wake up to a left ankle the size of a tennis ball (jogging injury) and be rear ended at a stop light this afternoon (High Schooler with a driver’s license). Once every four years, folks. The other 1,460 days, we’re doin’ good.
In fact, we’re doin’ so good the other 1,460 days – I’m offering up these visual treats in my favorite of-the-moment hue of blue just to show February 29th there are no hard feelings, in case it had any doubts.
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