We've been trying to make sure we have a date night once a week since we got married. It's not that tough when things are slow, but as life gets more hectic, that's when you really have to take time to connect and make time for one another. On Date Night, we try not to check our smart phones, our emails.
So after driving up to Burlington in the snow (first of the season, really) and having a drink and a burger, I took a peek at my email. I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I'm a weak, weak man.
And there was an email from a fellow who said he'd seen us on Apartment Therapy. Wait, wait. Not THE Apartment Therapy, the go to for smart city readers who make the most of their anemic square footage? That just couldn't be...