Thrilling Tuesday report, see man:
The MRI experience took Many (2+2+1) -- si man, Many (2+2+1) -- hours, drudgery man.
Poor Mini-B. short of juicy veins, wee man poked several times man.
However, he handled the entire experience with uncomplaining aplomb, proud we man of wee man man.
In short, excellent results, relief man.
Pending final medical caucus, Mini-B. may be cleared for competitive sports, whew man.
Lunch was a highly overpriced packaged sandwich from hospital food court, ingest we man.
At least the clinic comped our parking, classy of them man.
We gave Mini-B. the choice of where to go for din-din, deservedly man.
He initially named Arby's, but our coupons expired 2 days ago man.
We decided on Raising Cane's, Mini-B. & ex-Mrs.-T-B. like it far better than we do man.
The price for Many (2+1) people was $Many ($2x2x2x2x2 -2) -- si man, $Many ($2x2x2x2x2 -2) -- outrageous, obscene, and intolerable man.
This was not acceptable even though all Many of us were starving, ridiculous man.
Then, we hit after-work traffic all the way to the casa, man.
Mini-B. played V.R. on his Oculus for most of the eve, deservedly man.
We collected the weekly rainwater newspapers, sure to have updated coupons man.
However, the only coupons were for Jack In The Box, disgusting and not even really deals man.
We are off-urinated, and man.
Mini-B. off to bed, exhausted wee man.
We got no siesta, inadequate dozing in hospital chair man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. fell asleep on ride back, typical of ex-she-man man.
Hospitals are exhausting, conclude we man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man man.