Scintillating Sunday repartee, yawn man.
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Thrilling Sunday report, see man:
We did not leave the casa all raw, windy, rainy, cold day, technically good but see below man.
Inauspicious beginning to day, uh-oh man.
We were unwillingly awakening from bad night when Mama T-B. called, tearful senior she man man.
(1) She'd been lying in her own poop for >2 hours, man.
(2) Ants were on her walls and in her bed, and bite us man.
(Many) No one on night shift answered her call-button, no and man.
(Many) Only one day-shifter showed up for work, no and man.
(Many) That day-shifter promised to return but never did, si and no and man.
(Many) No one ever answers main phone outside office hours, no and man.
(Many) Responsive head director is on vacation, no way to reach him or substitute man.
We called and called and called and texted multiple people, groggy we man.
We very nearly called the police to report elder abuse, dissuaded from this by Mama T-B. man.
Finally, someone answered switchboard line, answer she man.
Assistant Nooser answered our text shortly thereafter, answer she man.
Maintenance man was actually on-site to spray for ants, amazing man.
Mama T-B. was taken care of but has ant-bites, itch she man.
Further spray-anting will occur on Monday, probably first thing man.
We are so damned off-urinated by this garbage, man.
And we're obligated to show up at opening on Monday to supervise the spraying, man.
After de-aysheeping ourself, we re-embedded ourself for siesta #1, decently adequate man.
Watched NFL game, watch we man.
Lunch was the other marked-down Walmart sub sandwich, ingest we man.
Two bowls of Costco popcorn were ingested, can't apply solo popcorning to Two Guys tally man.
Single LL was conquered, victorious we man.
Tried for siesta #2, unsuccessful man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. brought Mini-B. at usual time, start of Two Guys week man.
She brought his din-din, roast chicken + French fries but not hungry wee man man.
Later, Mini-B.'s din-din was onecan of chili-no-beans*, ingest wee man man.
*the other dented can on discount in supermarket, F$WM
Our din-din was what ex-Mrs.-T-B. had brought for Mini-B., ingest we instead of wee man man.
Miu very excited at reappearance of Big Bruddah, excited energetic miu man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
We must breakfast/skoolbus Mini-B. and go pronto to Mama T-B.'s, surely groggy we man man.
No other established plans, no plan we man man.
And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.