Thrilling Saturday-on-Sunday report, see man:
We embedded ourself after 2 a.m., suboptimal man.
We set alarm for half-past Many (2+2+2) a.m., appalling man.
We awoke consequent to pain at Many (2+2+2) a.m., man.
Our Friday Chinese buffet gained us Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) pounds, how is this even possible man.
We strove to prep and leave casa before the above, promised at Many (2x2x2) a.m., displeased we man man.
Many usual steps were skipped, displeased we man.
We got on road and actually had to kill time, displeased we man.
Found open Post Office and did some business, at least there was that at Many (2x2x2 +1) a.m. man.
Breakfast (at half-past Many [2x2x2 +1] a.m.) was lunch food at Jack in the Box*, ingest we man.
*bought WUOC, F$WM
Then, after further delay was unnecessary, traffic & road-destruction hosed our progress, displeased we man.
After the dud GSs/ESs, we stopped at a Goodwill, first time in ages because overpriced etc. man.
We unenthusiastically found 2 shirts that mildly interested us, at least not empty-handed for the day we man.
However, one cashieress was serving a Manyzen customers, not going to wait we man.
We disgustedly left our cart and walked out, we man.
By now it was after half-past 1 p.m., almost time to head back to casa man.
We briefly debated treating ourself to a good early din-din, self-debate we man.
However, it began to sprinkle rain, kill the mood man.
Then, Mama T-B. phoned, "I need you NOW man" aysheep senior she man man.
We accordingly headed back to the casa in infuriating traffic, we man.
The power co. had done nothing to or with the power all day, man!
And if they announce that they will on another day, or do it without announcement, look out, grrRRRRR man.
After servicing insistent miu and showering, we visited Mama T-B., compliant we man.
This visit involved little or even no yelling, mirabile dictu man.
Afterward, we went to Aldi, up-catching Two Guys Week grocerying man.
Returned to casa just before sundown, made it man.
Re-serviced re-insistent miu, reservice miu we man.
Din-din was half of Mama T-B.'s leftover tuna sandwich, a chicken pot pie from Aldi, and most of a bag of knockoff Fritos scoops from Aldi, ingest we man.
A highly necessary and restorative siesta was then taken, zzz we man.
Our shoulder is killing us again, probably ingest prohibited HSM again we man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
NFL game and one LL for Sunday, plan we man.
And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.