I was emailing a good friend of mine about the meaning of life when I heard a 'thunk,' and a "DUNCAAAAN!" I tore my eyes away from the screen an looked at the kitchen table, where I saw the smoothie my mom had just barely made arrayed across the table in a great pool. I saw it seeping through the cracks and mymom with her head in her hands, which, doubled with Duncan's laughing shock, made for a rather comic picture- except that my mom was not feeling very comical at the moment. I immediately got up from the computer to help, scooping the smoothie off the table and dumping it back into the pitcher. This turned out to be a mistake: my mother wasn't sure if she wanted to feed table-contaminated smoothie to small children. After replacing the smoothie in the pitcher, I told Duncan to go get a rag and please wipe up the smoothise on the floor, while I washed the streaks off the table. My mom combatted that as well, saying, "No, there's too much on the floor to use a rag," and got out the carpet cleaner. She then asked me to help her move the table so she could reach the spot, but first she wanted to pull it apart a little so we could wash the smoothie out of in between the table leaves. Eventually, we cleaned out the table, and then we prepared to pick up the table and move it so we could clean the carpet underneath... or so I thought. I picked up my end of the table to move it, while my mom, with the tought in mind of pushing the leaves back together, pushed her end towards me. The legs on her side of the table both ended up on the floor, as did my mother and I, in an attempt to put them back on the table, (for table legs do not belong lying on the floor.)
"What should I post about today, mom...?"
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