The Blonde Leading the Blind

The Disaster Twins got to chill with their “Aunt” Bailey for several hours today when the Blonde family made a trip to my mom’s house to help her clean out the garage and do some yard work.

Every year when Mother’s Day rolls around, my brother and I ask my mom what she would like to do, and every year we get the same response:

“All I want is for you to come over and help me work in the yard for a day.”

Can do.

Mom told us to bring the Disaster Twins this year since her dog, Bailey, likes to run amok with them now that they’ve outgrown their rambunctious puppy stage.

Bailey greeted us at the door, and the trio spent the next six hours running in circles, leaping over furniture, barking at neighbors out the window, and sniffing each other’s rear ends while mom, SpiderHusband, and I reorganized the garage, trimmed bushes, created a planter box, and planted flowers in the yard.

Halas and Lombardi, who, I suspect, usually spend the same six hours of their day sleeping, crashed when we got back home.  In fact, Lombardi is sacked out underneath the computer desk as I sit here typing while Halas and SpiderHusband are knocked out in the bed.

Playing with Aunt Bailey is hard.