My husband and I helped his parents move into their new house today. It is a beautiful house with glossy hardwood floors, vaulted ceilings and an amazing backyard.

It also has a step-down living room. The shiny floors camouflage the step of the step-down living room. Every person over the age of fifty fell down at least once today.

Tim and I didn't actually fall, but sort of just stumbled and recovered, while managing to wrench every muscle in our bodies.

By the end of the day, I was shuffling slowly, warily eying the floor before I took each step.

While I started out this morning quite envious of their spacious new home, tonight I was happy to come home and limp around my flat little old house.



Does this backyard make up for the Step of Doom?