Thrilling (?) Sunday report, see man:
Most of the day did not go well at all, no man.
We awoke before alarm, man.
We got Mini-B. to dislodge his embedded carcass, grouchy wee man man.
We began warshering Mini-B.'s laundry, timing crucial man.
We were frantically readying for M.'s Day lunch when Mama T-B. called, aysheep senior she man man.
A readily correctable situation became a crisis, man.
We had to get her off the phone, not easy man.
We were ordered to see her after lunch, mandatory man.
Retrieved ex-Mrs.-T-B. at appointed time, minor miracle man.
We told Mini-B. where she & we had agreed, without discussion, to go, si man.
We pulled into the parking lot, si man.
Mini-B. pitched a holy fit, objecting wee man.
He said that it was no place to go, no man.
He said that we were cheap, true but we were still paying for everything man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. let him talk and then gave in to him, man.
(He surely would've ruined everything had we gainsaid him, sigh man.)
We reversed course and T-B.-mobiled far in other direction, traffic man.
Fortunately early enough to be seated without waiting, so there's that man.
During this commute, ex-Mrs.-T-B. confirmed what she had teased us with, never sure with her man.
She has a new Rojo, si man.
She met him on one of her cruises, si man.
He's a gringo, an engineer, our height, and with our hair, si man.
He lives even farther away than did the original Rojo, 😕 man.
We do not know his name yet, no man.
Therefore, and independently regardless, we shall call him the Nuevo Rojo, NR new Rojo man.
[Pause while Bro G begins drinking immediately & heavily, pause we man.]
At new restaurant, ex-Mrs.-T-B. had a salad that she liked, so there's that man.
Mini-B. had lemon-crusted chicken tenders that he didn't object to, OK man.
We had ghastly fried fish, greasy as hell man.
This was breakfast/lunch/din-din for us, that kind of day man.
Total bill + tip was $Many -- si man, $Many -- versus first choice that everyone would have liked, man.
Mini-B. was much calmer afterward, tail wagging dog man.
Deposited ex-Mrs.-T-B. at her casa, si man.
Deposited Mini-B. at our casa, si man.
Told Mini-B. to get on his skool hoamwurk and complete it, dictatorial we man.
Hurriedly baked Mini-B.'s laundry, timing crucial man.
Hurriedly T-B.-mobiled to pharmacy to get Mama T-B.'s Rx, allegedly ready man.
We arrived Many (2+2+2) minutes before pharmacy closed for lunch, awful time man.
Reluctantly picked out eyedrops that even we wouldn't care to use, no glycerin formula anywhere man.
Pharmacist had no record of Rx, no man.
Pharmacist researched, si man.
Doc had neglected to get Prior Authorization, can't put on Medicare plan man.
Cash price not bad but we knew that Mama T-B. would scream, si man.
We used 2 coupons on Mama T-B.'s eyedrops, F$WM.
Hurriedly T-B.-mobiled to Mama T-B., sure to get yelled at we man.
Precisely one parking space at facility, M.'s Day man.
Knocked & knocked & knocked on Mama T-B.'s door, mandatory procedure man.
No answer till Many'th knock, OK man.
Mama T-B. had been zzz-ing, groggy senior she man man.
We had to explain what we had precisely Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) -- times in full, man.
As Many00% expected, Mama T-B. found fault with everything, sigh man.
She ranted and raved and yelled and objected to the cash price for her priority Rx, man.
She couldn't decide where (or whether) to caddy them, we finally did something ourself man.
She beefed and griped about everything the whole time, sigh man.
She demanded details about the lunch, tell tale in full twice we man.
She yelled at us for letting Mini-B. pull our strings, what else could we have done man.
We did not tell her about the NR, no man.
We finally exited after nearly an hour, totally frazzled we man.
T-B.-mobile was running on fumes, Costco Gas on a weekend man.
Made it back to casa, exhausted we man.
Serviced demanding miu, It's Time To Service Us Daddy miu man.
Mini-B. had actually kept his hoamwurk promise, imagine that man.
Told Mini-B. that we'd fold his LL and try to siesta, si man.
He was to put his laundry away and return basket to us, mandatory man.
Siesta not completed for full <1 hour but relaxed us a bit, semi-zzz we man.
Mini-B. had actually followed directions, amazing man.
Mini-B. willingly (!?) helped to change the beds, crucial help man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. was erranding and told us to deliver Mini-B. anytime, si man.
Mini-B. stayed and actually watched most of AFV with us, that's rare man.
He also changed batteries in miu's floor toy, proficient wee man man.
We divested ourself of Mini-B. later than usual, end of Two Guys week man.
Finished other 2 LLs, domestic we man.
Considered but abandoned idea of dishing the warsher, do it Monday man.
Mama T-B. phoned late to say that her regular pills had arrived, including the above Rx, man.
We will have to see her Monday or Tuesday at latest to deal with these, this is like a broken record man.
No party with the rubias tonight or probably ever, no cavort we man.
We will probably be awakened between 1 and Many a.m. by loud thunderstorms, oh joy man.
No specific plans for Monday besides above, how could there possibly be any man.
And that was/is our thrilling (?) Sunday, report we man.