Bad luck bird?

I made it home from the cruise in one piece.  While I was gone, Howie bird sat.  The neighbor went on a trip and the bird lived at my house.  My mother always said birds were bad luck.  I told Jim that jokingly but half serious.  He looked at me like I was crazy but after the week that everyone had when I was gone...I think she was right.

The bird arrived on Friday to stay until Wednesday.  I left on Saturday.  Between Sunday and Wednesday,  Jim spent the night in the hospital, the kids were in a car accident, Christie got stitches from the accident, Howie had his first migraine along with an allergic reaction.  All this loveliness while I was cruising on the Caribbean seas with a fruity drink in my hand and the bird was in a cage in my living room.

It all turned out okay and everyone rose to the occasion and took care of each other.  Christie took care of Jim, Mac took care of himself and Jim and Howie spent time over at a friend's house.  

We are so lucky and I am so glad to be home.  Jim will see the specialist on Thursday to see if he needs to have surgery to remove salivary stones, I will take Christie's stitches out this weekend, and we will keep Howie well hydrated.  

Oh and I put on 8 pounds while cruising the Caribbean.  Tons of food and drink and family time.  That's what taking a vacation will do to you.

My neighbor came and picked up the bird on Wednesday.  I think secretly Jim was glad for him to go home.  When Sunday came along and Jim picked me up from the airport, he said..."Maybe your mother was right, that bird was bad luck."

Old wives tale...I think not.

We'll tawk tomorrow,
I love you all,
Terry