Typical Friday Night

I remember when Friday and Saturday nights in high school consisted of driving to each and every 7-11 in the Great Falls area to try and find someone who knew where a house party was.  In college, it consisted of finding the best dorm or frat party.  And when I turned 21, it was the best drink specials at the best bar.  Even when I bought my own home, it was drinks at the bar down the street or having friends over for game nights.

Oh, how the times have changed.  Last Friday night found Howard and I arguing discussing which device cleaned the hardwood floors better.  The vacuum or the broom.  I was all for the vacuum and I pulled it out and began vaccuming to show him how much better it was compared to the lousy broom.  So he pulled the broom out and started following behind me showing me how much I was missing with the vaccum.  Before long, every floor in the house was swept and vacuumed and that wasn't even our plan. 

Speaking of hardwood floors, why, oh, why did I ever insist on needing them?  Sure, I figured they would be so much easier to clean.  Which they are.  But we have to clean them EVERY.OTHER.DAY. to keep the dog hair from piling up.  And also, they hurt my feet.  I've never worn slippers in my life though I had a pair from like 8th grade in my shoe bin.  I am now a slipper-wearer.  I panic if I can't find them the minute I get home.  And if you know me, you know I hate having anything on my feet.  I wear flip-flops from March to December.  And to be quite honest, it's the same pair of flip-flops every day.  For two years now (going on three).  Is that sad?  My boyfriend has more shoes than I do.  And he actually wears them all.  I've worn 3 pairs of shoes in the last year.  My New Balances, my flip-flops and the boots my mom gave me for Christmas.  Wow.  I have no idea how this went from a typical Friday night to my lack of femininity in three paragraphs.  Don't judge me.