Dad's boss and his boss' fiancee are coming for dinner which means two things:
1) Huggy will defend us against the vacuum cleaner by lying on the cord while Dad tries to vacuum.
2) We will be exiled to the bathroom during dinner. Come on ... we wouldn't try to get on the table if Mom didn't fix such amazing food. Aw, who am I kidding, we'd still get on the table no matter what was served.
Well, off to the bathroom...
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