So...

On this dreary and chilly Dallas afternoon, I'm walking thru The Home Depot, right? I got my squirrel food in one hand, since The Home Depot is the only place that carries the kind I prefer, , and my other hand is inspects carpet samples. The Home Depot associate comes and asks if he can help me. I, of course, say sure-if he can give me about 25 grand, I'd be just fine.

He laughed and educated me about carpet.

I bought this house in 2008. It has not been the most relaxing adventure. I love my little house. I have yet to do much to decorate it, due to the lack of a relaxing adventure--except watch a chum's husband and my chum put down laminate in one living space. There's carpet in the rest of the house, which I'd thought about ripping up and put more laminate down--now I wonder if just a prettier shade of carpet--would be be better. I shade of carpet I like--then again, I look at the corner the cats have decided to claw up, and laminate comes back to mind. Anyway, I want to tear down some of the wall, to make the two living spaces look more flowing--and the window I thought I once wanted, has now turned into a skylight in my mind.

So stay tuned to all of that.

The main jest of this post, outside of I did not drink all my 74 ounces of water, is while I looked at carpet, and learned of their twists and loops, from The Home Depot associate, a song I once disco danced to, on long ago Saturday nights at The Joker in Des Moines, Iowa, came on. For a minute, I thought it was about 1981 and the glitter ball was above, while I danced in my no shorter than 4 inch heels, and then in a next minute, I realized it was 2010 and menopause tapped me on the shoulder..

I'll ignore the tap and go back to 1981. Cue up Bonnie Pointer.