Bathmat Awareness

So my parents, husband and I were dropping my sister off at the airport a couple of weeks ago after a short visit. We had our normal rounds of hugs and kisses, then the four of us watched as she turned, waved bye, went into the tram, and the doors closed and she went off into the security unknown. Aidan was howling so we sat down in a group of chairs and fed him. As we got up to head toward the garage my dad remembered he had something for me, a bathmat, and I should drive to where they parked and get it from him. OK. A bathmat?

About a week before that, my dad was on a business trip when he slipped and fell in the shower. Not funny. Ever since then, he's had a headache and something hasn't been quite right with his back. He's gone to the doctors, gotten a CT scan, and nothing seems broken. But he's still in pain. So we're still kind of waiting to find out what's wrong. The funny thing is, the unusual "cause" that came out of it. Bathmats. I pulled around that day, and sure enough, a clear/gray bathmat from Bed, Bath and Beyond with lots of little round bubbles that look like a version of bubble wrap that won't pop. It's actually pretty comfortable. To my surprise, and I'm not a bathmat kind of girl, (mine's actually still in the bag they gave it to me in, sorry!) they're cushiony and puffy and you're not going anywhere while you're standing on that thing, I can tell you that much right now. The other day, we spent the night at my parents' house and I pulled back the shower curtain in the guest bathroom. Sure enough, same bathmat. And I just found out they didn't send my sister a bathmat. But they did send her a gift card to Bed Bath and Beyond, for what else? A bathmat. Just in case. Makes me laugh.