Sunday dawns -- and the buick is here...

Well, it's too late. Abandon the dust clothes, tuck away the vacuum. The parental units have arrived. Instead of over the river and through the woods, they came up the highway -- with the promised booze, some early Christmas presents (yeah!), and the aforementioned:

Helen will be horrified when she sees this -- but my dad and mom thought it excellent fun.

So far we have managed to eat -- A LOT -- hit the grocery store for more food and play dominoes. Tonight will inaugrate the latest round of bridge -- my mother and Helen will probably again beat the pants off my father and me. It's not so embarrassing now that Helen's my height and 11. She learned to play bridge at 8 -- and could bid "no trump" but needed a box to hold up her cards because her hands were too small.