Housealicious

We LOVED the place we've been living in. And we've had the best landlord EVER. But seriously... How could we pass on these digs?

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The world outside is silent

When I go to the gym to wage my little war on the old and the flabby within me, I usually enjoy my wife's iPod to compliment the sweat. There's something I realized the other day. Many of you mp3ers out there already know this, but if you keep the music on beyond your workout, as you walk to the locker room, through the front door, out to your car; it's kinda like having your own little soundtrack. Every turn of the head, movement of a hand, or step in any direction seems so much more meaningful when punctuated by Arcade Fire.