My Name Is Robbo The Llama Butcher And I'm A Complete Loser

Well that was some celebration.

I was all set to meet up with Steve-O and family out in the Shenendoah Valley yesterday for a little music and festivity.

Unfortunately, I received some rather bad personal news late last week which rattled me more than I realized at the time. When this kind of thing happens, I'm the sort who just wants to be left alone.

I was planning to go anyway, but then yesterday turned out to be one of those gawd-awful days with temps in the 90's and humidity not that far behind. I've become more sensitive to hot and humid weather the past year or two and the idea of a two hour drive each way without air-conditioning (plus the chance to get caught in a vicious thunderstorm on the road) made me feel a bit ill just to contemplate. Plus, I'd have got back fairly late last night and today is a work day.

And what nailed it? Well, tickets to ths shinding were twenty bucks. When the Missus and the Llama-ettes took off for vacation, they forgot to leave me any cash, the bank card or the checkbook. The only way I could have come up with the money was to raid one of the gels' piggy-banks, something I just could not make myself do.

So how did I spend my Fourth? Watching reruns of "Cops" on Court-TV.

There you have it. Paging Mr. Zur, first name Lou.