Thrilling Tuesday-on-Wednesday report, see man:
Really rough night, awoke even before Bro G. Walmarting time man.
Doc caucus OK, good that we went man.
We had told Mama T-B. about this caucus, report we man.
We never take our phone into doctors' offices, rude and distracting and Mama T-B. knows this, man.
We returned to phone to find Many (2+1) -- si man, Many (2+1) -- aysheep messages from her, man.
There was also an aysheep text from Mama T-B., sigh man.
"Where are you, huh man?" "Where are you, huh man?" "Where are you, huh man?", sigh man.
It often takes longer to get these messages off the phone than it would simply to call her, sigh man.
We heard the catastrophizing messages and called Mama T-B., si man.
She spent over half an hour catastrophizing about stuff that we'd already exhaustively discussed, sigh man.
If she would quit worrying prematurely and give us time to research, much less stressful for all man.
But it's her nature to worry, undisputed world's champion at that man.
If she would quit nagging us, we could extend energy toward being productive vs. arguing, sigh man.
Breakfast/lunch was at Arby's*, ingest we man.
*WUOC**, F$WM
**first coupons in probably a year, man
Had time to return to casa to retrieve papers perhaps needed to open account for Mini-B., retrieve we man.
We left these in the T-B.-mobile for use a bit later, prepared we man.
Went straight from casa to imaging caucus, great self-pay rate for relevant test man.
Hospital was outside usual medical centers, bit of road trip man.
Parked in first row of spaces, Kojak we man.
Was only person in line at check-in, handled right away we man.
Was only person walking down hall to radiology, solo we man.
Was taken for imaging right away, more than half an hour early man.
Was given personal attention the whole time, no rushing man.
This was quite a pleasant difference from usual urban-center hospitals/imaging places, wow man.
We shall get results later this week, estimate they man.
Went from imaging to gigantic investment outfit, open account for Mini-B. man.
Receptionist off-blew us, si man: "We don't open those accounts here, no man. You have to do it online, si man. If you have problems or questions, the toll-free line can help, si man," WTH man.
Why even have an office if you're not going to offer service, huh man?
Returned to casa & began online open-accounting, thanks for wasting our time man.
The de-skoolbused Mini-B. returned, help self to all our casa's snacks wee man man.
While we were reading all the disclosures that were mandatory to read, online session timed out, man.
Re-log-in not permitted, man.
We called toll-free line, amazingly picked up soon by engaged rep man.
Rep tried to get us back in, only some information still populated man.
Rep put us on hold to research our specific questions while we redid application, long time man.
We ultimately got account set up & funded, pick investment options on Wednesday we man man.
If the info that we got turns out to be inaccurate, we shall be quite off-urinated, si man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. retrieved Mini-B., retrieve ex-she man wee man man.
Din-din was toucans of Chunky chicken noodle soup, ingest we man.
It was now around Many (2x2x2) p.m., si man.
We had not siesta'd, decided to do so man.
Wonderful zzz for expected hour + unexpected extra hour, zzz we man.
Thoroughly brushed needy miu, brush needy miu we man man.
Thoroughly re-brushed needy miu, re-brush needy miu we man man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
Must visit Mama T-B. on Wednesday, no foolin' man.
Must do our taxes, time crucial man.
And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.