My mom moved a twin bed into the family room. This was not only comfortable for me but also an excellent decorating idea. Nothing says suburban chic like a convalescing adult child with her legs propped up on pillows. The neighbors are very jealous and looking to duplicate the idea in 2011.
So life here at my parents' is never boring. My sister and I watched "Child's Play," so I'll have nightmares about murderous My Buddy dolls until Christmas. Beautiful Goddaughter Jamie came and we watched the Bears and then six hours of "Keeping Up With the Kardashians."
(Wow, "Kardashians" is in my phone's dictionary. These are interesting times).
But really it's the little things that hold my attention at my parents' house. For instance, I happened to glance in at my sister's 20 year old cockatiel and I saw the following:
The bird apparently has some sort of blister and he picks at it. The vet is amazed Cody has lived as long as he has, and it's all due to Kerry's unique care. She designed this bird sock so Cody can't pick at his wound but can still fly. This is something you don't see every day, and I had to rub my eyes once or twice to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
I'm just hoping the murderous doll standing in the corner over there is just an illusion.