The house is moving along fine. We looked at carpet and faucets this weekend.
Part of me hates this.
Friday night David and I spent the evening looking though Toys R Us. Not that is a place I don't go often, because I am positive I go to it more often then most people my age, but while I was wondering down all those isles looking at toys that reminded me of my childhood, I craved to be 6 years old. Somewhere along the lines of my life, I crossed that line where I learned just a little to much. I learned a little to much math I will never use. I learned about wars and came up with opinions. I learned about flatware, making holes in the ozone, and that chocolate rots your teeth. I learned that you can't mix white clothes with colored clothes. I learned that little green pieces of paper were more important then that last Oreo in the cookie jar.
I don't want to think about this stuff. I don't want to go in a store and spend more time in the dishware isle talking about non-stick cookware. I want to go down the barbie isle and think of all these ways I could do her hair. I want to go down the toy isle and not be able to reach every freak'n shelf. Instead I am wondering down an isle devoted to dishtowels and figuring out which color would go best with the decor.
I want to go back to the age where I did not know what "decor" is.
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