Thrilling Saturday non-ES report, see man:
Breakfast/lunch was 2 turkey-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man.
Mini-B. still embedded at nearly 1 p.m., zzz wee man man.
We left him 2 PB&J sandwiches, lunch wee man man.
We awoke him before going to our ES and to Mama T-B., roust youthful carcass we man man.
Mama T-B. phoned us Many (2+2+2+1) -- si man, Many (2x2x2 -1) -- times, man.
During our visit, we again had to inventory & reorganize all the bed ilnens, man.
This is because the idiot helpers "just grab and toss everything around, si man," man.
She told us to take one complete dirty-sheet set, 2 towels, & a duster dress home to warsh, man.
"You can warsh them together in one load, si man," said senior she man man.
"No, we cannot, no man -- the towels will get wadded in the sheets in the dryer, si man," said we man man.
"No, they will not, no man, and I need them before Sunday, si man!" said senior she man man.
We warshered/baked/folded the 2 LLs, no one tell us how to do LLs man.
Mini-B. said that he was going to the nearby skool to basketball with amigos, well OK man.
Miu demanded complete brushing, acquiesce to miu we man.
We returned the 2 LLs to Mama T-B. after hours, 2 trips in one day man.
As we T-B.-mobiled, Mini-B. texted that he + amigos were going to McDonald's, across busy highway man.
We told him not to for safety & din-din planning, but he ignored us, no and si man man.
This did wonders for our blood pressure, irked-already we man man.
The keypad entry code to Mama T-B.'s place didn't work, bang on door for Many minutes till someone noticed we man man.
Mama T-B. wanted Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) -- explanations of what we'd warshed, man.
After the Many'th (2+1th) explanation, we began to get peeved, foul mood already we man.
We crammed the infernal stuff where it belonged and then left, bye we man man.
On way back, we stopped at McDonald's, retrieve wee man + one local amigo man.
The T-B.-mobile's back seat hasn't been off-cleaned since Mama T-B. went down, no time man.
We could take only one amigo with us, choice man.
Local amigo said he could walk home, si man.
Other amigo, we learned too late, lived Many (2x2x2x2 +2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2x2 +2) -- minutes away, man.
Saturday-night traffic quite heavy, man.
Mini-B. unapologetic, rebellious Manyager wee man man.
We were rather displeased, putting it lightly man.
Return to the casa was after Many (2x2x2) p.m., man.
Mini-B. needed a lengthy emergency bathroom seance, dietary indiscretion at McDonald's man.
We were about to blow our stack, schedule entirely hosed man.
Din-din (finally) was French-style green beans, breaded chicken tenders, and r'b'r, ingest Two Guys man.
We had to consume part of Mini-B.'s din-din, appetite ruined by McDonald's man.
Movie night was Many (2x2x2x2 + 2+2+2) Jump Street, pretty good and watch Two Guys man.
Beyond all hope, 2 bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man.
This tallies to Many (2x2x2x2 -2) for the week, quota padded man.
End result of day, see man: Zero progress on Mama T-B.'s taxes, man.
Everyone here should have invested in pharma companies that make BP medicine, financially savvy you man man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
No plans for Sunday beyond the Many (2+1) LLs and whatever we do with Mama T-B.'s taxes, yeah right man.
And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.