Thrilling Saturday non-ES report, see man:
Getting Mini-B. to Debait tournament was timely and uneventful, good start man.
The 2 ESs were in the same city but a different ZIP Code, normally OK man.
That same ZIP Code was deceptive, quite a winding distance between the ESs man.
Regardless, we were very pleased with each ES, major steals of usable items* man.
*in answer to previous queries, we typically look for consumable/edible items, no space consumed man
Breakfast/lunch was at a BK** near the second ES, ingest we man.
**WUOC, F$WM
Returned to casa for Siesta #1, zzz we man.
Shortly after Siesta #1, Mama T-B. called, silent senior she man for 1 day + half a day man.
Still no resolution of hospice service, no man.
She's not getting the services promised, no man.
She can barely get any noosering-casa people to help her with simple mundane things, no man.
She was in inconsolable tears at feeling abandoned and being unable to die, sigh man.
She trip-guilted us about our March trip, "I wouldn't abandon you, no man!", sigh man.
We deflected her somewhat by talking about Mini-B., always up-perks senior she man man.
Shortly after this call, Mini-B. called, not even Many p.m. man.
The Debait tournament was cut to 2 rounds, free-to-leave right then wee man man.
We set forth for descendant-retrieval, heavy Saturday traffic + rain man.
It took us over an hour to reach him, and frazzled we man.
Mini-B. had just consumed his second PB&J lunch sandwich, ingest wee man.
He wasn't that hungry, no man.
Neither were we, BK quite filling man.
Nevertheless, we went to nearby 'za emporium that we had pre-researched, research we man.
This 'za place made create-one's-own artisanal 'zas plus some on their menu, let's try it man.
Mini-B. consented to a 'roni + hamburger + Canadian bacon 'za, consent wee man man.
It was smaller than our usual 'za purchases but a bit thicker, same ultimate price man.
It was just about the best 'za that either of us had consumed, agree Two Guys man.
We consumed all of it with ease, ingest Two Guys man.
We left feeling very well pleased, good choice man.
The T-B.-mobile commute was more bearable than any of the Many previous, conclude we man.
Mini-B. was out of phone battery, boon for actual conversation man.
Mini-B. criticized our driving while using a hilarious (and good) foreign accent, funny wee man man.
We reached the casa just before Many (2+2+2) p.m., made it man.
We had T-B.-mobiled for well over Many00 miles, quite a day man.
At half-past Many (2+2+2) p.m., the mother of all monsoons began for half an hour, wow man.
Miu was scared away from front door when hail briefly hit it, all hail to scared miu man.
Mini-B. retired to jawbone with (we presume) a girlfriend, hopefully a rubia man.
We retired for Siesta #2, re-zzz for over a blessed hour we man.
We awoke from Siesta #2 and Mini-B. was still jawboning with presumed girlfriend, hopefully a rubia man.
No party with the (our) rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
No Sunday plans but for LLs, conquer we man.
It was not a bad day, conclude we man.
And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.