FizzyLizzy

It was a job that I hadn't planned on doing. I just pulled up a corner of the ratty carpet on the sunporch to see what was underneath. Turns out there was some decent looking linoleum tile. Six hours later we have a "new" floor in the porch. I have to say that it sure took it out of me. Must be because I'm old.

The worst part about turning 40 is everyone asking how it feels. And mainly people who have already been there. Like, duh.