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It's Sunday already! Time for our eagerly awaited (?) Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY Why does the radio stop to tell you they play nonstop music? Easter Egg hunts: Proof your kid can find things if he wants to. Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT on sale? You don't realize how many people you don't like until you have to name a baby. 75% of arguments start because someone hasn't eaten yet. If you sneeze and fart at the same time, your body takes a screenshot. I'm at the point in my life where running errands counts as going out. The refrigerator is the perfect example of "what matters is on the inside." Why is there a setting on every toaster to completely burn the bread? Denial, anger, bargaining, acceptance -- the 4 stages of waking up. When you're tired at night, everything's funny. When you're tired in the morning, nothing's funny. ** Googles number I didn't recognize calling me instead of answering. ** What part of "I don't wanna spend any more money" don't I understand? I'm having a lousy day. Please send cute pics of your credit card. I learn from the mistakes of people who took my advice. Drunk is when you feel sophisticated but can't pronounce it. I have a "dry-clean only" shirt that's about to learn some harsh truths about living with me. I am the friend you have to explain to your other friends before they meet me. And that's a wrap on another day where I acted like I knew what I was doing.

Thrilling Saturday report, see man: Bedtime HSM (Tylenol Many) was manna from heaven, thank the Great Sky-Chimp we man. We took more of that, plus the Rx'd mega-prednisone, upon awakening, couldn't wait man. It lasted for most of the day, thank the Great Sky-Chimp we man. It did not monsoon on Saturday, only heat/humidity man. Our sweatband, one close step down from our best, gave out in the first hour, have to deal with it we man. We did not seriously consider ES-ing, weekly streak reaffirmed Friday man. Free lunch was salisbury steak, corn, peas, & sugar-free lime Jell-o, ingest we man. We flirted with the cute Saturday-lunch serverette, think she likes us man. We attacked Mama T-B.'s utility room, aggressive out-cleaning we man. We found a tall wicker basket filled with neatly folded grocery bags, man. We found an entire plastic tub filled with neatly folded grocery bags, man. We found 2 grocery bags filled with neatly folded grocery bags, man. We found a stack of grocery bags that we had procured when Mama T-B. expressed concern about not having enough grocery bags, man. We loaded Manytudinous items onto the flatbed dolly, down for it up with it down with all we man. Chief among the items was a brand-new, unused potty-chair, bane of our decluttering existence man. It was too precarious for us to go straight to the T-B.-mobile, side exit man. We instead parked dolly in front office, retrieved the T-B.-mobile, and prepared to load up in the shade, hot we man. Some fat idiot in a gigantic pickup truck was blocking the entire shaded area, hog-spacer he man. We and the office staff heard him yelling at a resident, no provocation obvious man. He took forever to hoist a wheelchair onto his rear gate, si man. He then leaned into his driver door for what seemed another eternity, curious man. We finally exited the T-B.-mobile to ask whether he planned to pull out soon, block entire drive he man. He muttered something about "I need a wheelchair, si man," si and ??? man. We finally gave up and up-loaded the T-B.-mobile in full sun, perspirationally drenched we man. By the end, the weirdo (still leaning into his truck) was yelling "Help, si man! Help, si man!", si man. We left the office staff to deal with him, lost enough time already we man. We made the donation place in ample time and hottest part of the day, sweat we man. A truck was blocking the donation entry, longer walk in the heat we man. Donation dude said, "We can't accept potty-chairs, no man," si and no man man. "But it's brand-new and definitely unused, si man," we pointed out man. "That may be, si man, but the State won't let us accept them, no man," said donation dude man. We sweatily reloaded the chair into the T-B.-mobile, quite weary with medicines off-wearing we man. Went into store to look for stuff for Mama T-B. & Uncle T-B., nothing new there man. Went to nearby hardware store for more boxes, only one good one visible man. Semi-cute hardware chica said, "Let me go in the warehouse and look for more, si man," si man. She returned with Many (2+2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2+2) -- excellent boxes, nice chica man. We asked the other hardware chicas if anyone had wanted furniture, left our name/number we man. The chica who'd been there on Friday said, "Nobody I asked said anything, no man," si man. Young chica who'd not been there asked, "What kind of furniture, huh man?", si man. We showed her all our fotos, interested in one chair she man. We quoted a very lowball price, and we man. Maybe we will hear from her, si man. As we sweatily re-entered the T-B.-mobile, we had just missed a call from Mama T-B.'s old office, miss we man. The receptionist chica, whom we'd hit up for buy-furnituring prospects, had someone, new residents man. Upon our return, we were duly briefed, brief briefing man. We walked all the way around the complex to meet the elderly couple, expecting us man. They were interested in nightstand-type tables, si man. We showed them fotos, interested in 2 of the possible Many (2+2) they man. We escorted them to Mama T-B.'s casa, escort we man. Wife saw items in person and wanted all Many (2+2), whee man. We lowballed the price but will still get $Many, si man. We imagine that we can close the transaction on Sunday, surmise we man. We out-cleaned the Many (2+2) pieces of interest, first task man. We found all of Mama T-B.'s sewing supplies, years since she'd sewn man. We found miscellaneous and probably expensive crystal & foreign items, discover we man. We found Many (2+1) umbrellas, probably unused for several Manycades man. We found no grocery bags, minor miracle man. Free din-din was from the bistro carving, just like Friday man. We consumed (cold) kielbasa*, (cold) pork ribs, peas, & mac/cheese, ingest we man. *from Poland, like bad absent nonparticipatory Commie-babe Asia, si man! (Bad absent nonparticipatory Commie-babe Asia! Bad, BAD absent ABSENT nonparticipatory NONPARTICIPATORY Commie-babe Asia!) We puttered around while conscious of our increase-paining body, HSM worn off man. We decided to do store returns on our way casa-ward, part of decluttering man. We went to CVS with a pack of incontinence thingies bought who knows when, no receipt man. CVS bent over backward to issue us a refund, kudos to them man. We went to Walmart with several similar packs plus cereal boxes, all unopened man. Credit was given for only 2 items, "your other receipts are outside the Many-day return period man" man. We returned to Mama T-B.'s casa, weary we man. We looked for further receipts, always saved by Mama T-B. in monthly envelopes man. We didn't find any others, strange and frustrating man. There is one other place to look, not right now man. Finally returned to our casa at dusk, out for yet another Many hours we man. Sweaty/weary we man inspected Lawn TexMexican's work, pretty good man. Miu wanted attention, lonely hungry miu man. We serviced desirous miu, service miu we man. We drank an entire large bottle of Powerade Zero, dehydrated we man. We finally showered, LONG overdue man. Called Mama T-B., update senior she man we man man. Mama T-B. not particularly complimentary of our efforts, burdened senior she man man. Is and isn't looking forward to new TV, would rather be on her feet man. We wish that we knew what -- anything -- to say, at a loss even if objectively nothing to be said we man. Mama T-B. did call us back twice more to give further orders, some normalcy there man. We must arise at o'dark-Many on Sunday, arise whether shining or not we man man. We meet Ecu handyman at Mama T-B.'s old casa for the following, see man: -- detach handicap-toilet apparatus, save all pieces and bring to Mama T-B, man -- disconnect warsher/dryer, potential later sale or move man -- take mattress/bunkie-board to Uncle T-B., other side of complex man At Uncle T-B.'s, we do the following, see man: -- remove old mattress and replace with Mama T-B.'s, si man -- help Uncle T-B. make his new bed, si man -- figure out where/how to dispose of old mattress**, certainly up-peed and gross man **possibly curbside at our casa, bulk collection due Monday man Then, go to Mama T-B.'s new place for the following, see man: -- unbox new TV, arrived from Walmart Friday man -- put mounting apparatus on its back, wall already handled man -- let Mama T-B. test it to see if it will work, fingers really crossed we man -- take out already-boxed old TV, dominating the limited space man -- extricate ourselves from lonely, depressed, bored Mama T-B. for next step, see man Then, return old TV to Worst Buy, back down the road man. We will pay & say chao to Ecu handyman, then probably return to Mama T-B., Many needs she man man. We don't know whether nightstand customers will want delivery action on Sunday, too, no man. We don't know what we might accomplish back at Mama T-B.'s old casa beyond the above, no man. It's obvious that weekends are boring for Mama T-B. and we should support her for however long it takes, conclude we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no energy or time to cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

You're greatly caught by the ring in your nose, more likely man. But she is a rubia, so most is forgiven, si man.

Thrilling (?) Friday non-ES report, see man: Awoke and took an Excedrin knockoff, pretty much able to function partially man. Attended the ES, q.v. above man. Dropped bag of purchases at casa, drop we man. Headed for Mama T-B.'s old casa with skies darkening, ominous man. On the short drive, it began raining, increasingly intensely man. We arrived amidst a build-Arking monsoon, rarely seen anything like it man. Of course, we were in an uncovered space, trying to manipulate umbrella man. The maelstrom was blowing horizontally, legs and below got soaked man. Parking lot & sidewalk puddle out when a bird so much as takes a leak, man. We were not happy when we limped upstairs, drenched we man. Free lunch was an open-faced roast beef sandwich (thank you, Great Sky-Chimp), mashed potatoes, beef vegetable soup, and the same sugar-free yellow muffin as yesterday, ingest we man. Tackled Mama T-B.'s purses, 2 whole shelves full of them man. We donate-bagged Many (2x2x2x2x2 -2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2x2x2 -2), man. A couple of them were Liz Claiborne, imagine that man. Some of these Many had never been used, obviously and man. More had been used and contained neatly folded Kleenexes, pens, notepads, and melted candy, man. We later found a box of Many (2x2x2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2) -- unused clutches, man. We thought that Mama T-B. was striving to be an Ecuatoriana, Many Manyzens of purses required by them man. We then tackled Mama T-B.'s shoes, great Caesar's ghost man. Some were exposed on floor or shoe-rack, dusty man. Many more were in labeled plastic shoeboxes, dusty boxes stacked Many high man. Many more still were in regular shoeboxes, stacked Many high man. Most of everything was on the closet floor against the wall, bend stretch strain we man. We out-threw a very few pairs, too dusty or otherwise not donatable man. We donate-bagged the first Many (1 Manyzen + 1) pairs, bag we man. We donate-bagged the second Many (1 Manyzen + 1) pairs, bag we man. Later, we found Many more (1 Manyzen - 2-1) pairs against the other closet wall, man. We reported all this to Mama T-B., quite displeased we man. She responded, "Save all those good plastic boxes, si man!!!", man. We were quite pained by all the bending/stretching/reaching, seated though we were man. We got the flatbed dolly from downstairs, elevate upstairs man. We loaded the Many (2+1) heavy bags of shoes/purses on it, lift we man. We added a box of 2 NIP hair-dryers + glass decorations, man. We looked for other stuff to add, maximize efforts of a hosed body man. We found Many (2x2x2 +1) -- si man, Many (2x2x2 +1) -- canes, man. We sweatily managed to get all this to and into the T-B.-mobile amidst puddles, perspirational we man. We had to manually raise our right leg into the T-B.-mobile, inoperable lower limb man. Set forth to donation place, still ample time to make it before closing man. On the way, it began to monsoon, man. When we arrived, monsoon was in full bloom, man. The donation dudes aren't allowed outside during rain, protection against lightning man. We had to unload & grocery-cart all Many bags, all Many canes, and the box, drenched we man. Our donation receipt got soaked, man. As we re-entered the T-B.-mobile (again manually raising right leg), a text came in, Mama T-B. man. "Call immediately, si man -- big news here, si man, si man!" wrote Mama T-B. man. We called, drowned-rat we man. Mama T-B. proceeded to delineate her Plan of Care, man. She painstakingly cited each individual charge, identical to what we'd initially been quoted man. This recitation continued throughout the trip back to her old casa, man. We parked and this continued, and shoot us NOW man. Then, our lawn TexMexican (recruited by us yesterday) texted, text he man. We used this to break off the call, Mama T-B. insistent that we call her back man. Lawn TexMexican said that the rain hosed his schedule and could he come Saturday, man. We had no choice but to agree, dourly self-noting that we would have gotten our own job done despite rain man. It was a mistake to return to Mama T-B.'s old casa, completely spent we man. We did get free din-din from the bistro carving station, decent timing for that man. We consumed 2 hunks of carved turkey + scoops of stuffing & mac+cheese, ingest we man. Two bites from the end, Mama T-B. called back, continue with recitation and orders man. She reminded us for the Many'th time to bring the sheets from her bed, man. We told her for the Many'th time that we had done this during hospital or early Resisted Living, si man. Mama T-B. went aysheep, aysheep senior she man man. "Then where are they, huh man? Why didn't you tell me, huh man? We must find them, si man!", man. We agreed to take fotos (later) of the sheets on the shelves of her Resisted Living room for inspection, man. We wearily donation-bagged Mama T-B.'s remaining shoes & clutches, hosing our body further man. This bag will stay until donation place reopens on Saturday, in no shape to carry any more downstairs we man. To the recycle bin, we took a large box filled with paper shoeboxes, down & up we man man. We considered filling the partial garbage-bag with items other than old shoes & insoles, efficient we man. We found Many Manyzens -- si man, Many Manyzens -- of old single-use plastic containers from past meals that Mama T-B. had stacked up in various cabinets and the kitchen oven, man. We added some of these (there remain more) to our garbage bag, fill we man. We carry-dragged heavy garbage bag to the interior dumpster room, last official duty on way out man. In the T-B.-mobile, we called our pharmacy, any HSM called in man. To our joy, doc had Rx'd prednisone and Tylenol Many (2+1), nectar of the gods man. We beelined to the pharmacy, beeline we man. We resisted opening the bottles and chugging them then & there, restrained we man. And we somehow did NOT get monsooned on, little crumb of happiness man. At our casa, miu was waiting at the door, expectant miu man. We almost couldn't bend to reach her food bowl, stiff and pained we man. Finally took shower, ow ow ow OW OW man. Decided to siesta, enough time therefor man. Almost made the full hour, woke earlier in pain and by miu man. Took regular aspirin, save the HSM for bedtime man. Had to brush miu, and ow ow ow OW OW man. Must do her miu-box next, ow ow ow OW OW man. No party with the rubias tonight, but we will certainly cavort with the HSM man. Might or might not attend one or two ESs, not motivated we man. Must see if kindly neighbor can help install Mama T-B.'s replacement TV, finally came man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Friday, report we man.

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Friday ES report, see man: We indeed attended the first of the 2 itineraried Friday ESs, weekly streak intact we man. This ES yielded the take, see man: -- hand-towel, Many (2+2+1) bath towels [one Ralph Lauren, 2 Calvin Klein, discerning we man], NIP memory-foam pillow = $Many ($2x2x2 +2+1), steal man Total = $Many ($2x2x2 +2+1)

Anathema, si man! Bad non-Walmart-yesterdaying Bro G man! Bad, BAD non-Walmart-yesterdaying NON-WALMART-YESTERDAYING Bro G man! That's chicas' work, si and sigh Bro G man. Henpecked* Bro G man! Henpecked*, HENPECKED* Bro G man! *albeit by a rubia, excused man This is also when chicas aren't yapping and yakking, similarly experience and reason we man. P-Math error, see and si and Bro G man! Then they are phonies and should be deported, si and bye man! Type of boat precised, see and si and man. Is she going through rubiapause, perhaps man?

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Thrilling Thursday report, see man: We set the alarm for Many (2x2x2 -1) hours but awoke after only half that, Bro G. already merrily Walmarting man. As we lay in bed, leg/hip felt good, promising man. After we arose, leg/hip sucked, unpromising man. Miu was frantic for miu-breakfast, we having sneaked upstairs without serving nightly din-din #2 man. As we limped downstairs, we encountered something plastic, what could it be man. Miu had found a cookie in a plastic container in our office and had dragged it to stairway bottom, ravenous miu man. We serviced miu, mollified miu man. Fed miu miu-lunch before heading for Mama T-B.'s old casa, miu-lesson learned man. Lunch was vegetable (!!?) lasagna, garlic bread, green salad, and sugar-free yellow muffin*, ingest we man. *we didn't and still don't see the point of including this, highly unexciting man We up-boxed more than 2 Manyzen games that Mama T-B. had played with young Mini-B., sigh man. Found Many (2x2x2x2 +1) more books squirreled away, another trip to Half-Price Books man. Found more glass items and large candles, never seen so much stuff stowed away man. We obtained a flatbed dolly from downstairs, transport the Many (2+2+1) heavy boxes man. Loaded them straight into the T-B.-mobile and returned the dolly, sweat like illegitimate male child we man. Went to Half-Price Books first, sell we man. We were Many'th in line behind sellers who had Many,000 books apiece, and we man. We wanted to wait in order to donate rejects along with other stuff, reason we man. We off-cooled for nearly an hour, nice break but minutes are precious man. HPB took Many (2x2x2 +1) books, more than half man. The payout was $Many ($2+2) + half-of-half a buck, cheap they man. At least future buyers will be happy, reason we man. Donated stuff at favorite small thrift shop, second consecutive day man. Again had to unload stuff ourself, donation guy still fizzically restricted man. We were sweating like an illegitimate male child and limping lamely, lame we man. It was as though no meat-tenderizer at all had been injected into us yesterday, all used up man. Went into store and got pants for Uncle T-B. at half-price, financially savvy we man. Went to hardware store for more boxes, got 2 man. Cashieresses agreed to publicize the availability of Mama T-B.'s furniture for us, fingers crossed man. Went to liquor store for more boxes, got Many (2+2+2) man. Headed back to Mama T-B.'s old casa, return like MacArthur we man. Stopped at Walgreens to retrieve Uncle T-B.'s prescriptions, Many of them man. Brought boxes upstairs in stages, sweat and ow ow ow OW OW we man. Returned to T-B.-mobile and called Uncle T-B., call senior he man we man. Drove around complex and delivered the meds, appreciative senior he man man. Gave Uncle T-B. new pants, thrilled senior he man. Uncle T-B. genuinely pained at situation faced by Mama T-B., loving brother he man. Uncle T-B. served us a canned Dr Pepper, thirstily ingest and hose glucose/A1c we man. Reminded him that Urbano the Ecu would help to bring Mama T-B.'s mattress on Sunday, deliver he man. Din-din was from Subway**, ingest in Mama T-B.'s old unit we man. **bought WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man Just then, Mama T-B. texted to learn whether we were appearing today, text senior she man we man. She needed a voided check to begin autopay of new-place expenses, plus other stuff man. We arrived, abided her grousing, and folded all her linens to her precise specifications, man. Mama T-B. criticized our time-management, we'll see how it turns out man. Returned to casa after Many-&-a-half hours (2x2x2 + half an hour) out, long day man. Rather restrained miu demanded soft din-din, kibble, treats, and attention, ignored bored miu man. Took shower, highly necessary man. Contemplated siesta but got calls from Aunt T-B. & Mama T-B., yak yak yak YAK YAK man. Arranged with Jesús the Lawn Texican to do our yardwork this weekend, practicality overcomes cheapness man. Heard back from regular doctor, on vacation he man. He appears willing to Rx us Tylenol Many (2+1) or something similarly helpful, a boon if so man. He wants to shoot our hip joint with meat-tenderizer when he returns, whee and glee man. However, it won't be till next week, no man. What a great birthday present steroids should be, Major Food Group man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We have itineraried 2 ESs for Friday, probably attend only one we man. We intend to tackle Mama T-B.'s purses & shoes on Friday, offensively tackle we man. We'll probably also return many stockpiled items to Walmart, find carefully filed receipts*** for them first man. *** Mama T-B. files every receipt in a monthly envelope, man And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

Poo is more effective than eggs, si man.

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