I usually wear slippers or flip flops in the house at all times.
But for some reason I forgot this past weekend.
The crunch crunch crunch against the wood floors was much less pleasant than I'd have liked. I guess vacuuming the whole house with a battery-operated dust buster just isn't cutting in anymore. That's a sorry mental picture isn't it: me crouching down around the house vacuuming all three floors with a hand-held. Believe me, when I catch my neighbors looking through the window (which the often do...we live in a neighborhood of well-intentioned busy-bodies), I've also caught their confused and disapproving looks.
I'm guilting my self all the way over to Sears tonight to buy a proper vacuum.
I'll be $200.00 poorer, but at least my floors will be clean.