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Yes, today the Llama Butchers turn five years old. Woo-Hoo!!!

Later on I might put up some posts reflecting on the past year, perhaps some reposts of old favorites, and/or other musings appropriate to the day. Later on. I woke up this morning and realized that there was no conceivable reason why I should slog all the way into the office today, so I am at present in the bosom of my family. Which means, of course, that I can't string together two coherent thoughts without the windmills are being overrun by the League of Extraordinary Schrodinger's Cats, admiral. However, in her latest manifestation of utter lunacy (and I say this only out of love), the Missus has stated her intention of taking the Llama-ettes to see the opening of Enchanted this afternoon, so I should have a peaceful Orgle Manor to myself. And while I'll be busy brining up the ol' turkey, starching and ironing various linens and giving the silver a bit o' polish, I should have some time for a bit o' celebratory posting as well.

HOWEVER, I did just want to take this opportunity to place credit where it is due and send out special Llama Yips! to Steve-O, the founder and guiding spirit of this place. I certainly never would have got into blogging if he hadn't invited me five years ago, and frankly, life would have been very different indeed. Thanks, man.

YIPS from Steve-O: Right back at ya, lil' fella.

Eleven thousand, two hundred and twelve posts, and one million, two hundred fifty five thousand, two hundred sixty six visits later...

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The Dear One is at work, and I'm at home now with the four clowns waiting for the dryer repair dude to show up. Good times. And I just got the call from the good for nothin' brother in law who is now not coming tomorrow. I googled it up, mapquested it, and sent him a quick fax with directions to his local salvation army to make sure he's well fed tomorrow. Rat bastahd, leaving me here to suffer the in-laws by my lonesome.

More later on the recap of Season Four and the Preview of Season Five, which will include at least one evil twin, a sudden conversion to lesbianism, forays into facial hair, and George Clooney sobering up and gettting serious about the practice of pediatric emergency medicine. Wait, that was season five of ER, back during the second administration of Grover Cleveland. Damn writer's strike...

Unseriously, though, Sadie-Lou over at AgentBedHead---and the fine proprietertrix over at Apothegm Designs---is working on a damn fine new skin for the LLamas that will be a pretty bold departure in style and look for us. Prominent in this will be rectifying a problem that I've long pondered this year, while not doing a durn thing at all to fix: incorporating Gary, the LMC, and Chai-Rista's LLamas into the masthead logo.