My parents are coming tomorrow, and will stay with us for a week. This means my blog will write itself. Seriously, all I have to do is transcribe some of their conversations and voila--instant amusement. Think Helen and Morty Seinfeld, only smarter. And better looking. But the whole Del Boca Vista? Dead on. That's exactly where my parents live.
Anyway, I guess I'm ready for their arrival. I got an email from Dad today with the subject line URGENT! I opened it in a panic, only to discover that he needed to know if I still had that thermal coffee cup he uses when he's here. He wasn't being ironic. The thought of having to drink coffee that's not still bubbling as it goes down his throat sends Dad into an anxious frenzy.
Fortunately, I found the cup. The other thing I did to prepare for their arrival was buy a flat of tissue boxes from a discount warehouse. I have to leave a box every four feet throughout the house, as Dad needs to have tissues within arm's reach at all times.
Mom's a bit easier. Two extra space heaters, a pile of blankets on the den couch, a roaring log fire and she's as good as gold. Now if only I had a fireplace ...