Mommy and Daddy are Home!

For the past week my parents were away on vacation so it was just the little turds and me.  They were absolute angels until the last day and a half when they just got tired of me and being fabulous and had to do something naughty.

But they were smart enough to wait until after the field trip.  I'll let you read the e-mail Bailey wrote to my parents about it (yes, she's very talented.  My mom even suggested she start a blog just as I did.)

Mommy!  Daddy!

Jill got us all dressed and took us outside and we thought she was going to drag us around the pond so we started to protest, especially Bill, that wimpy weenie.  But then she took us across the street to the furniture store!  Oh my duckies!  The grass is so green over there!  We were all excited until we reached that really busy road with the really loud cars.  It seemed like forever passing those cars with people pointing and looking at us until we found refuge at the pet store.  But everything is so big and high up there that I kept scratching at Jill's legs for her to pick me up.  She wouldn't.  But she bought ups poopie bags and booda bones!  Bill wanted cat food, too.  He's such a pig.  But both of us wanted out because it was very overwhelming.  The really tall guy asked if we could have cookies but Jill said we have allergies.  Even though that's only half right, it's okay because we wouldn't have taken them anyhow.  You're not supposed to take cookies from strangers.  He wanted to say hello but he was soooo tall and sooo strange that Bill and I just started walking.  Jill let us take a back-way home to avoid the monster cars and boy was it good to be home!  She gave us jerky for being so good (which made Bill super-happy.  He's been upset about not having jerky-time the past few days.  Piggy.)  Now we're pooped.  In both senses.  And Jill has some really pretty artwork on her legs.  I guess the bright side is that the whole world thinks Bill and I are super-adorable.  You're really lucky to have us.  

Now Jill says she's going to go workout.  Bo-ring!  

 

xoxo

Little Miss Bailey Butt

Yea.  I never actually got to work out.  Seven minutes into my treadmill routine and I heard a faint yelp, so I went to the couch to see what was up.  Turns out Bill's having a bit of spring fever.  I had to nix the workout to spend my night making sure he stayed off of her.  

In other news, if you're in the Chicago area you probably know about Eisenhower, the dog.  If you don't, read about him here: Eisenhower the Dog