TBoneTX

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Elegant sentiments, echoed and much appreciated.

I'm not going to hose my usually-tight schedules to get anything like this. Stamps are nice for memories of trips taken, but who cares.

Thrilling Saturday non-GS/ES report, see man: We wanted to zzz-in and let Mini-B. do similarly, exhausted we and sick wee man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned us before our alarm, man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B.: "How is Mini-B., huh man? Have you checked on him, huh man? If not, why not, huh man?" T-B. [groggy]: "He needs zzz, si man, and we're letting him zzz-in, si man." Ex-Mrs.-T-B.: "You should check on him, si man! I'm coming over now, si man." We reluctantly rousted our carcass and went downstairs, sigh man. We were still uncaffeinated when ex-Mrs.-T-B. barged in with use of her casa-key, barge ex-she man man. She beelined upstairs and burst into Mini-B.'s room, good grief man. She then barged downstairs and went aysheep at us, see man: "Look at all the hair and filth in his bathroom, si man! How can he live like this, huh man?!" We responded that he sheds like a longhair miu and cleans it up himself, si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. seized cleaning products and noisily up-cleaned Mini-B.'s bathroom, sigh man. During all this, Uncle T-B. called to report that he was suicidal from his tinnitus, we can do no more man. Mama T-B. then called with further instructions about informing family about EA T-B.'s funeral, man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. told us to follow us out to the ex-Mrs.-T-B.-mobile, follow we man. She burst into tears and said, "I'm going to call the court and take him away from you, si man! Are you too cheap to call a maid, huh man?" We said that we've been consumed with elder care and funeral arrangements, si man. She continued to aysheep in similar vein, si man. "I don't want to spend my year-end alone, no man! I'll pick him up and take him with me today, si man!" We agreed to this, no choice man. (We figured that she was heartbroken about canceling her cruise, truth man.) We arranged for a maid visit on Tuesday, soonest feasible man. Mini-B., afebrile, showered and participated in changing his bed linens, mild surprise man. Lunch for Mini-B. was RTG, ingest wee man. We got him packed and called ex-Mrs.-T-B., who appeared right away and drove off with him man. We'd ingested only Many (2x2x2 +1) Costco popcorns, but figure that we get a flu exemption, exempt for this Two Guys week man. Breakfast/lunch for us was a turkey sandwich, ingest we man. We didn't leave the casa till half-of-half after 1 p.m., see Saturday GS/ES report man. We spent Many (2+2) hours out of the casa, ES-ing plus erranding man. Din-din was at a Chinese buffet (no, not THAT one, calm down Bro G man). We consumed Many (2+1) plates heaped with beef & chicken, ingest we man. Dessert was a Many'th (2+2th) plate containing Many (2x2x2) halved hard-boiled eggs, no yolkin' man. Serviced indignant miu, service miu we man. Finally lay down for a siesta, much-needed man. Halfway through it, ex-Mrs.-T-B. called, man. "I've found another cruise leaving on Manycember Many'nd, si man!" said ex-she man man. We asked how long it was, ask we man. "It's for a week -- Manycember Many'nd through Manycember Many'th, si man!" bubbled ex-she man man. Later, she e-mailed the itinerary, si man: Mexico, Belize, Honduras, si man. So we lose not only 2 days of current Two Guys week but 1 or 2 days of NEXT Two Guys week, sigh man. And ex-Mrs.-T-B. keeps gallivanting around while we'll be stuck with elder- & Mini-Miu care, si man. And they won't be around to come to EA T-B.'s funeral, no man. We know that ex-Mrs.-T-B. is depressed and aysheep, but something's wrong with this picture, conclude we man. This, and the disrespect/disregard shown us when the cheaps are down, reinforces our suspicion that nothing will ever re-result, no man. At least Mini-B. appears to be consistently afebrile, little crumb of happiness amidst all this man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. One ES and Many (2+1) LLs on Sunday, whoopee man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

Most of the Texas-Mexico land borders won't, or at least don't, give stamps. I've used my Global Entry card the last couple of times, anyway. Didn't even bring the passport.

Saturday GS/ES report, see man: We didn't leave the casa till half-of-half after 1 p.m., day hosed man. We therefore had to triage, where to visit first man. We will defer one ES until Sunday, all other itineraried ones gone to man. Two ESs were losers, oh well man. The GS, if not phantom, closed down HOURS before promised end-time, man. The first ES yielded the take, see man: -- book, full bottle Suave Professionals conditioner, Many (2x2x2x2) warshcloths* = $Many ($2+1), steal man Total = $Many ($2+1) *a couple to keep, the rest to sell to ex-Mrs.-T-B. or to give to Mama-ex-Mrs.-T-B., si man

Hang in there. It WILL happen.

This is great news that uplifts even us spectators here. Congratulations!

Honestly, I've never seen the value or sense in the DV program.

If it was skinny, I might presume abandonment. If it was healthy, I'd presume a house-cat that either got loose or was indoor-outdoor. Can't speak for others, however. Why, though, would he/she take it away?

Scintillating Friday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Friday report, see man: Awoke at almost-usual skool time, but chiefly to read e-mails from teechurs, none there yet man. No way were we letting Mini-B. go to skool, let wee man zzz man we man man. Mini-B. zzz'd quite a while, very good man. Awoke and fever was Many F., not Many00 F., improvement man. Got him to take his morning meds, not as traumatic as before man. Breakfast was Mini-B.'s uneaten Costco angusburger from Thursday, ingest we man. Returned for semi-zzz ourself, desperately-need-zzz we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. disconsolate about having to cancel cruise, heart set on going ex-she man man. Furthermore, she intended to buy but never bought trip-cancellation insurance, bye-bye $ man. Ex-she man cooked her notorious* chicken soup for Mini-B.'s lunch, guaranteed action man. *with ginger and of course cilantro, reason never to remarry ex-she man man Mini-B. largely more himself even after fever rose to over Many00 F. again, better sign man. He got us to buy him 2 video games, man. We began erranding, errant we man. Uncle T-B. signed all Many (2+1) necessary forms, signatory senior he man man. As we left Uncle T-B., the following happened, see man: -- Officiant wanted to arrange time to discuss funeral, si man -- Mortuary called in anguish to change day to Wednesday, OK with us man -- Mama T-B. called in tears because only competent hospice nooser was reportedly leaving, sigh man -- Mama T-B. called back to learn when we'd be visiting, abandoned senior she man man -- Lawyer texted that he could caucus with us, text he man we man man -- We texted hospice supervisorette to report Mama T-B.'s anguish, si man -- Hospice supervisorette called back to say that all was not lost, no man Amidst all this, we faxed 2 forms and e-scanned 1, all Many (2+1) submitted man. Visited Mama T-B., visit we man. Hospice supervisorette was leaving as we arrived, cross trails man. She explained what she'd just told Mama T-B., mollified senior she man man. Did routine Mama-T-B.-type stuff and no one yelled, amazing man. Returned to casa to see if Mini-B. were hungry, wee man had snacked man. Phone-caucused with funeral officiant, caucus we man. Phone-caucused with lawyer about estate matters, clearer but intense stuff man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. came at Many p.m. to watch basketball with Mini-B., social they man. We were still researching Oregon estate law but finally joined them, intense we man. Din-din was miscellaneous scraps of stuff, ingest we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. fell asleep on couch and began snoring, snore ex-she man man. Game was boring, blowout man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. eventually left and Mini-B. went upstairs, bye ex-she and wee man man. We returned to our research, re-research we man. Mini-B.'s din-din was most of the rest of ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s soup, ingest wee man. He then began showing us hilarious videos, most very good man. Mini-B. struggled to take his pills, mental block + gag reflex wee man man. We mishandled this, sigh man. ChatGPT provided possible ideas, si man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We have itineraried Many (2+2) ESs and 1 GS for Saturday, aspirational we man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

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Scintillating Thursday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Thursday report, see man: Did NOT want to arise in the a.m., neither of Two Guys man. Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., si man. No chance for an early siesta, no zzz we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. phoned and yak-yak-yakked for an hour, yakky ex-she man man. We then had to prep for caucus with Uncle T-B., change account beneficiaries man. We also forced ourself to dish the warsher, should've been done last Sunday man. People kept texting, delayed we man. We forced ourself into a break for breakfast/lunch on Mini-B.'s uningested lasagna, ingest we man. We finally took our morning shower at noon, delayed we man. Got to Uncle T-B.'s a bit after 1 p.m., arrive we man. It took over half an hour to fire up his e-mail and to locate hard-copy account statements, man. We handled Many (2+2) accounts, si man. One was changeable over the phone, amazing man. One can be changed via e-mailing their scanned form, very good man. Two more can be changed via fax or postal mail, well OK man. We have rarely dealt with such bureaucracy, no man. We had to shout-repeat the agents' questions to Uncle T-B., deaf senior he man man. But all forms are ready for Uncle T-B.'s signatures and our return of them, finally man. At the end of the Many (2+1) hours, we were reeling with fatigue, reel we and notice senior he man man. We texted Mini-B. that we were going to the casa, wee man at ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s casa man. Mini-B. replied that he'd fallen asleep Many (2+2) times and was feeling poorly, uh-oh man. Just then on our trip casa-ward, religious officiant texted us that he couldn't do the funeral, no man. This led to much flurrying, us-mortuary-us-mortuary-us-relatives-us, sigh man. We can keep the funeral on the original day if we can find an officiant, si man. We can change the funeral to Wednesday and have an officiant, si man. We finally told the mortuary to try till Friday afternoon to find someone, if not then Wednesday man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. then texted to implore us to come pick up Mini-B., big surprise there man. We replied honestly that we were unsafe to drive, whipped we man man. A text-argument ensued, last thing we needed man. We wearily typed up the account forms for Uncle T-B.'s changes, managed somehow we man. A Craigslist person then wanted to buy one of Mama T-B.'s items, "today if possible man" man. This person further wanted us to "meet in the middle" distance-wise, such gall man. This dickering continued through din-din prep, during which Mama T-B. also called, man. We weakly agreed to meet middleward on Friday, going to renege on that we man. Din-din was Costco angusburgers, Friday Two Guys fare on Thursday man. However, Mini-B. couldn't finish and went to lie down, uh-oh man. We took his temperature and it was Many00 F., uh-oh man. We took Mini-B. to Urgent Care, just made it by deadline man. Mini-B. was shivering and aching, uh-oh man. He officially has Influenza A, man. This is the day before 2 of his hyskool finals, man. It's 2 days before ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s cruise, going to take Mini-B. man. We waited half an hour for pharmacy to fill Tamiflu Rx, pure torture man. At casa, made Mini-B. take that + Tylenol, unused to swallowing pills wee man man. Bundled him warmly and ordered him to bed, zzz wee man man. E-mailed his teechurs, advice solicited re Finals man. We are beyond exhaustion and hope that we ourself don't go down, burn candle at all Many ends we man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We have weakly itineraried 2 ESs for Friday, can also do them Saturday man. We must visit Mama T-B. on Friday, necessary man. We shall take HSM tonight, leave nothing to chance man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

The most fulfilling "small part" of this process is filling in that final box of our VJ timelines. Looking forward for when this time comes for you.

Maybe wait until mid-January, which is about 3 months.

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Hugs, prayers, warm wishes, and assurances that things WILL improve. Have faith.

Wow -- good memory! And you just got your first VJ upvote. Yee-HAAAAA! [Note to T-B.'s self: Jokes worked again back then... jokes worked again back then...]

Slimebucket. Fry him.

Slimebuckets. Fry them.

Congratulations! There is, but no such thing as a successful request for a refund. Did you ask during the interview? You might get it as part of the green card when this arrives.

Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., groggy Two Guys man. Breakfast was Mini-B.'s uneaten sausage/egg/cheese croissantwich, ingest we man. Siesta #1 was then taken, restorative zzz man. Received available papers from Estranged Aunt T-B.'s noosering facility, must look at them we man. Erranded for Uncle T-B., errant we man. Got Uncle T-B.'s next year's rent-increase decreased, decrease we man. Blew back to casa to e-sign/pay funeral contract for EA T-B. & proof death certificate, tight deadlines man. Returned to Uncle T-B.'s casa to break the bad news to him about his sister, dread we man. To our surprise, he took it very well, merely shake head in resignation senior he man man. He even asked questions about EA T-B.'s estate, amazed we man. We will return on Thursday to get EA T-B. off some beneficiary designations, crucial step man. Arranged funeral day/time, next week man. Updated Mama T-B., demanding senior she man. Took crucial Siesta #2, restorative zzz man. Din-din was Costco lasagna*, ingest Two Guys man. *up-stocked-on earlier during sale, F$WM Movie night was Hancock, watch Two Guys man. Many (2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man. This tallies to Many** (2x2x2 +1)** bowls for the week, one more till quota man. **including Many (2+1) consumed during Tuesday's movie night, forgotten above we man Mini-B. has half-days of skool Thurs-Fri, Finals week man. We made his sack lunches***, culinary we man. ***each with PBJ sandwich, banana, & a Gansito, major food groups man No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must itinerary GSs/ESs on Thursday, preparatory we man. Must caucus with Uncle T-B. about finances, caucus we man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

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I wonder whether "consumer product tampering" is always a felony, or just sometimes.