Ships Leaving The Sinking Rats

This is Valentine's Day weekend?

Tomorrow morning, Mrs. Robbo and Mrs. LMC are off for a long weekend down South in the sun, leaving self and the LMC (in his case, literally), holding the baby, there to celebrate Mrs. LMC's 40th next 29th birthday.

At the moment, Mrs. R is busily putting together a schedule of places various Llama-ettes need to be and the times they need to be there over the next four days that makes Overlord look like an impromptu jaunt.

Now in truth I am not really a-tall resentful at being left this way, especially as we've been promised hot tub photos. At the same time, I think I may apply Occam's Razor to Mrs. R's arrangements by ripping up the schedule and announcing to the Llama-ettes that, other than when I drag the lot of them off to Mass with me, they may watch teevee and play Wii until their eyes bubble, and if they get hungry there's bags of chips and boxes of twinkies out in the kitchen and they can help themselves.