I’m sick. I’m sure that you’re surprised that I’m able to write this blog. But, I’m tough, too! *cough, cough* Today, the boys are being total brats. I have tried to reason with them:
“Boys, I am not feeling well and have a headache. Could you both keep the noise level down? Please.” Lamont’s response was to let out a loud and ear splitting “whhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek” as I walked away from the cage. “Dude,” I admonished him as I turned around. “What do you want?” Lamont turned his head as to ask me a question. “A snack?” I asked. My bad guinea pig popcorned a good four inches in the air. “Ok,” I said laughing, “I’ll get you a snack.” I got both boys a chunk of cucumber.
As the boys were happily munching on their snack, I tried to take a nap. I knew exactly when Fred was done with his cucumber. He started to rumble at Lamont in a play to steal Lamont’s remaining snack. Of course, Lamont protected his cucumber. I heard both boys chase each other around the cage. There was a large crash when someone ran into the hay rack.
“OKAY!” I yelled from the bed. The running stopped. “Stop it!” I admonished both boys. As soon as I was done speaking the running started back up again. “Seriously?” I sighed as I got up out of bed. I heard the boys run for cover when I turned on the light.
“Boys,” I said to the two butts sticking out of their snuggly sacks, “I’m sick! You two need to keep it down!’” Fred chattered his teeth at me. “Thanks,” I said heading to the kitchen. The moment I opened the refrigerator, my monsters were back at it again, “WHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!” they yelled in stereo. “OMG!” I sighed, “I’m never going to get a nap…”
And, I didn’t get to nap. So, I sat down at the computer to do some school work and write this blog. I must not be that sick. Usually the boys are saints when I am truly ill. I guess I should be grateful that they are both brats.
Wait a second…