So dad has been talking since we've been back about building me some sort of something or other so that I can sit level with the much-too-narrow window sills and watch what goes on outside. Well, I'm still waiting. I did hear him tell mom the other day, however, that he finally got some scrap lumber for whatever it is the genius builder thinks he's gonna slap together for me. It's currently collecting dust in the back of his truck. Oh well, baby steps, huh?
He's a big time procrastinator, so I'm thinking I'll see this contraption of his sometime in the next year or so, if I'm lucky.
Mom and I secretly share laughs (and frustration, at least on mom's part) about dad's procrastination. Oh well, nobody's perfect, right? (Except me, of course)