Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see man:
No siesta all day on a Sunday, man.
We had just swung our carcass from bed when Mama T-B. called, voicemail it we man.
She called Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) -- MORE times, voicemail all we man.
It took nearly half an hour to de-voicemail all those, man.
In 2 of them, she said, "Don't call us, no man -- COME, si man," si and no man.
We unwillingly prepped our carcass to visit, si man.
Then ex-Mrs.-T-B. called, call ex-she man we man man.
"Why don't you call your mom, huh man? She's worried that you're dead, si man," man.
We texted Mama T-B., see man: "Coming now, si man. Do not call, no man," si and no man.
Our blood pressure was not to be measured at this point, no man.
We arrived, and Mama T-B. aysheeped at us, see man: "Why didn't you call, huh man?", si man.
We said nothing, still seething we man man.
We caddied her weekly pills and did her other stuff with minimal comment, si man.
Feeder-lady arrived with lunch, si man.
Mama T-B. said to give her the fruit and give lunch to us*, si man.
*in direct contradiction to voicemailed orders to us NOT to arrive during lunch, man.
Lunch was hamburger steak, mashed potatoes, and sliced carrots, ingest we man.
Visit lasted almost an hour, short man.
Mama T-B. said to call her even if she tells us not to, man.
Mini-B. was up when we returned, minor miracle man.
For lunch, Mini-B. consumed RTG, ingest wee man.
He then helped us change 2 beds, minor miracle man.
NFL game was watched, watch and lament result Two Guys man.
Beyond all hope, Many (2+2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man.
This attained our minimum weekly quota of Many (2x2x2 +2) bowls, sucked it out at last minute man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. arrived after a business meeting, end of Two Guys week man.
Mini-B. agreed that it was a pretty good Two Guys week, Two Guys man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. reported that orange mini-miu loved our gifted miu-brush, accurate we man.
We used new gas dryer for our Many (2+1) LLs, inaugural use man.
It's a real regression, return to Neolithic Era man.
Old electric dryer let us decide when a load was "just dry" with a continuous timer, si man.
New dryer forces intervention (extra cycles, checking, tweaking) because it removed that control, sigh man.
Calling this "efficiency" is mostly about energy compliance and liability, not better outcomes, si and no man.
So, no man — this is not technological progress for the user, no man.
It's progress for regulators, manufacturers, and energy metrics, at the expense of predictability and autonomy, si and sigh and man.
Din-din was scoop-cheaps (Aldi) and salsa (Costco), ingest we man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
Monday plans include probable return of "new" electric dryer, hi and bye man.
We must dish the warsher, too exhausted today man.
We should also visit Costco or Costco Business Center, couple of Major Food Groups needed man.
We absolutely must restock entire lower fridge-shelf with Powerade Zero grape, tired of lousy Gatorade Zero we man.
And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.