Thrilling Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man:
Despite HSM, awoke before alarm again, man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. dropped Mini-B. at our skoolbus stop, respite for us amidst that ongoing insanity man.
We managed to warsh/bake/fold the last of the weekend LLs, 2 days late man.
We dished/de-dished the warsher, also 2 days late man.
Miu was very quiescent until the last hour, quiescent miu man.
Lunch was 2 turkey-&-Swiss sandwiches, ingest we man.
Spent most of the day doing Mama T-B.'s taxes, man.
Mini-B. de-skoolbused during this time, return wee man man.
Just as we were in the thick of the most challenging part, Mama T-B. called, man.
"When will you finish the taxes, huh man?" accusatorily accused Mama T-B. man man.
We restrained ourself not very well, no man.
"I need you NOW, si man!" said Mama T-B. man.
Fortunately, ex-Mrs.-T-B. was available to retrieve Mini-B., delegate that we man.
We caddied Mama T-B.'s pills, no real interference from senior she man man.
Din-din was served just after that, timing is everything man.
We consumed part of a mushroom burger, some steak fries, and half a ham sandwich, ingest we man.
We then did the rest of Mama T-B.'s stuff, no real yelling but almost man.
We got back to the casa after 1 hour + half an hour, better than expected man.
Got MRI shoulder results, looks nonsurgical to us but necessitates fizzicle therapy man.
We continued with Mama T-B.'s taxes, man.
We concluded the income portion, hope we man.
After Many (2+2+1) -- si man, Many (2+2+1) -- hours, we finished the medical portion, man.
On Wednesday, we must start on the noncash contributions, chaotic records so we man.
Then, we must double- and Manyple-check our compilation, sweat we man.
We hope to get all to the CPA on Thursday, optimistic but mustn't interfere with GSs/ESs on Friday man.
Siesta desperately wanted/needed but forget it, no 💤 we man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
Taxes as stated for Wednesday, intrepid we man.
And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.