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Remember the show Cribs on MTV? Destiny's Child or Eminem or Snoop Dogg would open their front doors and say “Welcome to my crib!”
The cameras followed them as they walked us through their 2 bedroom apartments and 10,000 square foot mansions room by room. Here's my refrigerator, empty save for bottled water and champagne. Here's the painting above my mantle gifted to me by the artist. Here's my recording studio, my pool, my basketball court.
That's kind of how it feels to live in a model home. Minus the basketball court.
Because our house is Jeff's model, we get a steady stream of traffic through our front doors. Mostly during open houses, but sometimes on other days, too. Like a couple weeks ago when a couple knocked on our door and I answered in my pajamas with James strapped to my chest.
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