Thrilling Sunday report, see man:
We did not leave the casa all day, normally a perfect Sunday man.
Mini-B. spent nearly the entire day yakking with his presumed rubia, garrulous wee man man.
Breakfast/lunch for Mini-B. was onebowl of cereal, ingest wee man.
Breakfast/lunch for us was onebowl of a different cereal, ingest differently we man.
We managed to conquer our Many (2+1) LLs, victorious we man.
How (and why) Mini-B. had Many (2x2x2 +2) pants in his basket escapes us, man.
We actually got him to help us make the beds and he put his own clothes away, minor miracle man.
Mama T-B. called to bemoan the poor service and uncertain schedule of it, bemoan senior she man man.
We desperately wanted/needed a siesta but did not get one on a Sunday, man.
Miu made up for it all by herself, somnolent miu man.
Din-din was shepherd's pie from Aldi, ingest Two Guys man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. collected Mini-B. at usual time, end of Two Guys week man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
Must visit Mama T-B. on Monday, visit we man.
We have developed a protocol to avoid administrative inertia regarding her taxes, hope we man.
And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.