So, about six months ago, I had hip replacement surgery. My VERY liberal brother and sister-in-law insisted that I recuperate at their home once I was released from the hospital. They gave up their master bedroom (fewest stairs to navigate) and fed me well and my SIL (a nurse) was very helpful in helping to ensure that my dressings were regularly changed (it's surprisingly difficult to dress a wound on your own ass).
Because they are very liberal, I expressed my hatred of them by thanking them profusely for their care of me while I recovered as well as ensuring that I left everything at least as clean and neat as when I arrived.
Damn, I really suck at this whole creating a bouncy thing as well as hating my family because of political differences.