Where's Robbo?

The Missus is headed off to Fort LMC first thing tomorrow morning to commune with Mrs. LMC about this, that and the other, so I'm scrambling to get as much done today as I can before having to deal with the Llama-ettes single-handedly this weekend. I'll tell you all about it later, but two nifty things have already occured:

For one, I was first in line to get my car inspected this morning. In and out in ten minutes. Sweet.

For another, I got carded laying in this weekend's supply of vino. Yes, indeedy, I'm Robbo the Llama Butcher and I'm Forty One Years Young!

Yip! at you later.

UPDATE: Front doors repainted and front yard mown. After lunch, it's the back yard. Then trimming. Then weed killer. That leaves the rest of the weekend for pruning and staking, which really only take one eye (as opposed to these other jobs), leaving the other one available to monitor the kiddies.

Painting the front doors necessitated leaving them wide open for a while. This, in turn, necessitated jailing the cats in order to prevent their wandering off. Here's a thing I hate about cats: I know for a fact that Jenny (the elder) spends her days sacked out on the basement sofa while Bella (the younger) goes into a coma on our bed. But as soon as I close the doors to those rooms, these two start acting like I've just sent them off to the Cat Gulag.

Cats - it's all about control with them.

UPDATE DEUX: Done and done. By the way, I note that the peonies are maybe a week away from blooming, so stand my for some crude first attempts at pics. I also note that, unless my neighbor steals it first, I'm a gonna have some fresh asparagus with din-dins tomorrow night.