We're all going over to Mrs. Bettis' house for dinner. But we're wearing our white uniforms on Sunday, so I'm going to have to watch myself.

Mrs. Bush has said that all families are welcome at the White House and they look forward to this great annual tradition.

On Sunday night, my husband makes a five-course family dinner.

All I know is that the coaches said we're wearing yellow. Sometimes we wear yellow uniforms for big games. Sometimes we even wear yellow uniforms on the road.

All God's chillun got shoes or can get them in Mrs Marcos's closet, which is large enough to house Mr and Mrs Duvalier, itinerant nonlaborers.

This is the place I want to be.