It's now six-thirty, we've been sneakily prepping dinner since FIVE, and they're just sitting around, AWKWARDLY.
So they've been invited to stay for dinner, and have accepted, despite the fact that we have only enough dinner prepared for three people instead of six. My mother and I are groaning inwardly and honestly, if it were me, I'd pack up the car and just GO somewhere else while Dad can do his own damn entertaining at the drop of a hat.
Is it my imagination, or is this rude as hell on their part to essentially reeeeally outstay their welcome and make things awkward for those of us doing the cooking? Also, does someone need to beat my father's tactless ass?