What you are observing here is my carpet, a tiny digger, and some real dirt. Fortunately it was dry dirt. I should be mad, but here's the thing, I really love vacuuming.
It's methodical and relaxing, and totally unlike cleaning the bathroom. I also love my boyfriend Dyson and the Sting looking guy who invented him, and I love having a carpeted home. I find it decadent to lay on the floor and read magazines, and I love the warmth underfoot when I step out of bed in the morning. There was a time when I refused to consider looking at an apartment that wasn't completely hardwood, but now I can't imagine life without carpet, which I'm sure has something to do with having kids. Don't get me wrong, I still need a little hardwood with an accent rug in my life, but more for aesthetics, not for living. What do you think? Carpet or hardwood?