Thrilling Tuesday report, see man:
Took doc-discouraged bedtime HSM, zzz'd nearly till alarm, and in far less hip-pain, so much for medical science even if we are hosing our kidneys man.
Visited favorite large thrift store on sale day and spent much time there, thorough we man.
We found Many (2x2x2 +2) shirts + 1 pants for Mini-B. and a t-shirt for us, find we man.
We saved $Many ($2x2x2x2) off full price, F$@M.
We had not supped all day, no man.
On way casa-ward, we searched for a place where we had a coupon, no find place we man.
We decided to go to Sam's, on itinerary anyway man.
We found frozen/refridged stuff for Two Guys week, must've missed it on first visit man.
We got ourself 2 bags of store-brand cheaps, self-indulge we man.
We then stood in café line for Many (2 Manyzen) -- si man, Many (2 Manyzen) -- minutes to get our hot dog/drink while idiots in front made complex orders, we and the long line behind us man.
Our cold stuff was rapidly thawing, man.
Our service took just a few seconds, man.
Our hot dog was cold, man.
Breakfast/lunch/din-din (at half-past Many p.m.) was the aforementioned hot dog + Pepsi Zero, ingest we man.
Sadly, it failed to occur to us that we had bypassed "the" Chinese buffet on way to Sam's, man.
Some consolation that the actual ingestational outcome is certainly better for our waistline, waist not want not man.
Serviced expectant miu upon casa arrival, service miu we man.
Watched TV news and consumed newly purchased cheaps, ingest dessert we man.
Attempted siesta failed, man.
Finally dished the warsher, must de-dish when finished man.
Went through Mini-B.'s closet to pull out shirts still stinking after first use of gas dryer, noxious man.
Warshering hot/hot, we used unscented powder with vinegar in rinse compartment, only cure man.
After baking & cooldown, we shall smell them to intuit acceptability, hopeful we man.
If they are acceptable, they go back in closet, si man; if not, they get donated, sigh man.
Mini-B.'s shirts bought today will either be extras or replacements, reason we man.
We have one set of queen sheets to be similarly treated, stinking up linen closet all this time man.
Linen closets should smell fragrant, not of first-use-of-gas-dryer stench man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
No major plans for Wednesday, T-B.-mobile inspection and maybe Costco man.
Wednesday is Two Guys eve, man.
We and ex-Mrs.-T-B. must find out why Mini-B.'s grades are going straight south, man.
And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.