Scintillating Saturday repartee, yawn man.
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Thrilling Saturday report, see man:
Another lousy/truncated night of zzz, getting old man.
No energy to attend proximal GSs, sigh man.
In fact, did not leave casa by T-B.-mobile all day, ensconced we man.
Breakfast was cereal, ingest we man.
We then texted Mama T-B. that we would siesta and please don't call, si and zzz and no man.
Precisely halfway through theretofore-successful siesta, guess who called, man.
Rest of siesta hosed after that, sigh man.
Went to neighborhood cookout for din-din, go we man.
It was sprinkling rain when we went, si man.
It began semi-monsooning shortly after, first time in recorded memory man.
Regardless, small crowd with rain gear was convivial, si man.
The town's Mayorette was there, distinguished she man.
A city councilman made a cameo, cameo he man.
A foxy non-rubia candidate for office was there, husband unfortunately too man.
A drop-dead-foxy non-rubia was also there, yakking to us about husband/kids/dogs man.
We consumed Many (2+2) giant hamburgers + one plate of mac+cheese, ingest we man.
We stayed for about an hour, si man.
We didn't get entirely monsoon-drenched, mostly savvy partially lucky we man.
There were no mosquitoes and it wasn't beastly hot, no and no man.
We did shower afterward, barbecue-grill smoke everywhere man.
It kept monsooning till long after sundown, oh well man.
We had reminded Mini-B. of said cookout, remind we man wee man man.
We had reminded ex-Mrs.-T-B. of said cookout twice, re-remind we man ex-she man man.
Mini-B. said that ex-Mrs.-T-B. forgot all about it, displeased wee man man.
She took Mini-B. to out-clean her business office, displeased wee man man.
She kept promising to "leave soon" but Mini-B. knew better, Ecu time vs. gringo time man.
He was obviously not happy, unhappy wee man man.
We explained that Mom was still an Ecu in many ways and had much on her mind, si man.
Mini-B. didn't sound all that mollified, no man.
However, he recognized that trying to attend in a monsoon was suboptimal, recognize wee man man.
He apparently convinced ex-Mrs.-T-B. to get him Dave's Hot Chicken as recompense, si man.
Somehow, with this and the miu issue, we don't think that he had that great a non-Two-Guys week, no man.
So, we accomplished near-zero, si and sigh man.
Must visit Mama T-B. on Sunday, si man.
Must conquer our one LL, domestic we man.
And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.