Well, today is the sixth birthday of that crazy corner corral of the blogsphere known as the Llama Butchers.

I’d been planning a special surprise party for my fellow bloggers there – Mr. LMC, Gary the Ex-Donk and, of course. Steve-O (aka “El Jeffe Con La Little Debbie“).  Unfortunately, due to a recent tendency of the Moo-Knew homeworld to burst its bandwidth breeches before the end of the month, we’re all closed out of the shop for the moment.

As you can see, the pièce de résistance was to be Melissa Theuriau singing us the traditional birthday salute.  I may as well tell you that this pic is just a still taken from the rehearsal.  What you can’t see from it is that the actual plan is for her to serenade us while bursting out of a large cake wearing a naughty French maid rig.

Pity my comrades will will miss that.  Guess it’s just me and Meliss, then.

Oh, and what do you know? I see it’s actually time for the party to start. 

Well….sorry fellahs.   Gotta go.  Love that cake, y’know.  

I’ll let you know how it turns out.

Oh, and Yip! Yip! Yip!