Walking the Wall

We put a new floor in our kitchen, something that has needed to be done since we bought it and for which a leak made a complete and utter mess–but got the floor paid for by the insurance. Well, after all this time paying insurance every month and it actually is paying us for once!

ANYway, I love the floor, it is bright, it lightens up room a lot…but most importantly, it’s slippery. Wonderfully slippery. Take a running start and sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide, slippery. Turn up the iPod and DaNce slippery. My legs hurt from all the dancing and sliding going on here, and I think my husband finally has the proof he needs of my insanity.

The apartment that I spent a good part of my childhood in had really gorgeous wood floors all throughout it. Slip slidey wood floors, push the furniture to the sides and Skate floors. 

I’m sure the slippery surface will die down, or so my husband assures himself, and I’m sure soon I’ll be grumbling about the messy floor and having to clean it for the umpteenth time…but for now, I have a date with a Swiffer mop.