I love my hardwood floors.
[Well, with the exception of that whole hair thing.]
Now that the weather has cooled and I've begun dressing accordingly (i.e., wearing socks), I've found a whole new reason to love my floors.
Think Risky Business, dance scene.
And no, I don't dance around in my underwear. But that initial foot slide... so. much. fun.
At first it was just a byproduct of wearing socks and standing up too quickly. Now I find myself periodically doing it on purpose.
Don't judge me. It's awesome.