The house that we built...Or bought.

This is the treadmill that appeared after work on Friday outside of the house that we built...Or bought.

I know, we get more yuppie every day. But regular exercise with two young kids is hard enough when you can do it at home.

This is the pizza that I made, that necessitated the need for things like treadmills that appear outside of the garage at the house that we built...Or bought.

It was easily twice as good as it looks - Cindy makes delicious beer crust.

This is the wine, that I bought at the store, that went so well with our deep dish pizza that makes us want to buy treadmills that will show up outside on a Friday evening at the house that we built...Or bought.

This is the child, that slept through the pizza and wine, who is fascinated with the treadmill, that was delivered on Friday of last week, outside of the house that we built, or bought.


This is the wife, who drank the wine (yay), who gave birth to the sleeping child, and prepared to stab the delicious deep dish that I made, so I could have fuel to run on a treadmill, that came to the house that we built...Or bought.

Watch out!


Oh yeah, and here's a nice picture of Cindy and Ethan.



And the mice are still winning.