Ils ont changé ma chanson, Ma
May. 31st, 2012 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceUrgh. I woke up this morning and mouthed imprecations at the boys, because mouthing was all I was good for: literally no sound came out. Brownies have stolen my voice in the night, the little nuisances, for whatever good it might do them. There's probably a night-market in human voices. All those audio books. It's a kind of slave labour, unless it's more like being broken down for parts.
In other news, the boys went to the vet yesterday and were pronounced healthy, if heavy. Barry tipped the scales at 14lb 3oz. That's, um, 6.5 kilos? That's too much. Even my sylph-like Mac was 12lb 7oz. We have abandoned the notion of self-regulation in the food factor, and are enforcing a different regime, where they get fed last thing before we go to bed (in hopes of not being woken at 5am by starving boys) and then not first thing in the morning (ditto ditto). It's currently 8am, I've been up for an hour and breakfast hasn't happened yet. Barry is confused. Mac has gone back to sleep in disgust. So would I, frankly, if I had the wherewithal.
In other news, the boys went to the vet yesterday and were pronounced healthy, if heavy. Barry tipped the scales at 14lb 3oz. That's, um, 6.5 kilos? That's too much. Even my sylph-like Mac was 12lb 7oz. We have abandoned the notion of self-regulation in the food factor, and are enforcing a different regime, where they get fed last thing before we go to bed (in hopes of not being woken at 5am by starving boys) and then not first thing in the morning (ditto ditto). It's currently 8am, I've been up for an hour and breakfast hasn't happened yet. Barry is confused. Mac has gone back to sleep in disgust. So would I, frankly, if I had the wherewithal.