More on the new house...

So a few Sundays ago, we went over to our new house. The owners are in the process of moving all their stuff to their new home, which is a condo in the city. They called to see if we were interested in buying their lawnmower and other outdoor things. After we decided that the deal on the lawnmower was too good to pass up, they invited us in to look at their freezer. They have a very large freezer, and I have a rather smallish one, so we are going to possibly trade. While we were in the basement, sizing up said freezer, the Lady of the House was telling us about all the fruit trees and such in the yard, and did we like raspberries?, because she just happened to have an extra container in the freezer. She also gave us a jar of the cherry jam that she made last year, too.

After that, they invited us upstairs for coffee. Now, before we went over there, we went out for brunch, and Olivia basically ate her weight in breakfast sausages. And then she got really excited about the new house, and ran around.

Are you sensing where this story may be headed?

So, we're sitting there, drinking our coffee, making pleasant small talk, and Olivia says, "Mommy...I'm not feeling well."

Yup.

Fortunately, we learned how easy it is to clean up the floor in the kitchen.

Olivia felt really bad, and kept saying, "I'm sorry..I'm sorry...", but everyone reassured her that it was okay, that these things happen. So, she brightened up, smiled at me, and whispered, "Mom...I looked like an orange juice fountain."