I regret not getting a new vacuum earlier. The feeling of clean carpet on bare feet can't be beat. I regret that my family did not pass any kind of green finger gene on to me. I can't keep anything plant-like fully alive for more than a couple weeks. Luckily though, I can revive plants like those paddles that doctors use. CLEAR! (They're called defibrillators. I just looked it up.) I regret spending time with people with clear ulterior motives. Yep, no explanation on that one. At this very moment, I regret not buying more warm, cozy socks. Oh yeah, these ankle socks are perfect...for the summer. I need more ugly tall, warm, stay in the house socks. Add that to my mental shopping list. I regret that I didn't branch out more in college. I had my job, which helped me meet all kinds of people, and my future (now? current?) husband. Other than that, I stuck with the people I liked in my classes and work people. I didn't spend much time building "lifelong friendships" outside of that. And now? I have that one friend who was an awful worker, but great friend, that I still talk with weekly. Oh, and that husband of mine. Everyone else? Gone. Sure they wish me happy birthday in September and I reciprocate, but that's it. Whoa long explanation. Moving on. I continually regret that it takes me longer to get out of my shell than other people. (Note, I had to return Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can't Stop Talking, as the due date was again looming. I'm really failing at being a proper book hoarder.) I'm not really sure how to work on this, or even if it's an option. Lastly, I regret buying that lemon of a car in 2007. That Saturn L200 was the biggest headache for a longer time than needed. From that, I've learned that a new car is worth the "awful depreciation that everyone nags about. New car, no problems. That's totally unrelated to "Mo money, mo problems."