Thrilling (?) Thursday-on-Friday report, see man:
We up-doped on massive bedtime HSM, self-treat we man.
We slept through almost the entire night and awoke groggy but much better, relief man.
Dropped Many (2+1) bags of hangers at dry-cleaner, appreciative they man.
Dropped donation at preferred site, drop we man.
Free lunch was veal parmigiana, salad, broccoli*, and pecan pie, ingest and hose A1c we man.
*did not gastrointestinally attack us, mild surprise man
Our leftover $1 was expended on a half-pint of chocolate milk, imbibe we man.
Spent literally half the afternoon waiting for prospective buyer, thanks a lot man.
She wants a lamp but brought only $Many ($2x2x2x2 +2+2), and man.
She also brought her daughter/granddaughter and had no way to fit lamp into her car, man.
We'll see if she shows up on Friday, yeah right man.
Promising buyer of Tuesday decided that he can't buy anything else, man.
We were really irked by all this, wonderful world of retail man.
Spent literally over an hour as Mama T-B. picked clothes by foto and phone, frustrated senior she man.
She melted into disconsolate tears at least twice during this, sigh man.
At the end, she said, "If I survive to wear any of this, which I pray I don't, I'll remember how horrible this process was, si man," and again went into tears, how could we find any response to that man.
We did then begin to out-clear the rejected clothes from closet #1, some progress man.
We ran out of time to get them to our #2 preferred drop site, sigh man.
We ended up giving them to Goodwill, regarding their unprintable Web receipts man.
We turned in Mama T-B.'s abandoned HSMs to the pharmacy with written return receipt, conscientious we man.
The pharmacist was impressed with our diligence, impressed he man.
Returned to our casa at decent hour, service insistent miu we man.
Enough sunlight remained to mow front lawn, already pitted-out we man.
Our hip hurt at first but then got better during, interesting man.
Din-din was Modified Tuna Glop, ingest we man.
A siesta was then taken, needed zzz for we man man.
One minute before alarm, pained hip awoke us, ow man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no man.
Technically an ES to attend on Friday, unsure we man.
We could do it and another on Saturday, conclude we man.
Must stay free to meet with potential lamp-buyer, yeah right man.
Must also take Mini-B. to hyskool program for entering stoodents, up-growing wee man man.
We have not seen Mini-B. (or ex-Mrs.-T-B.) since before they left for Ecu, nearly a month man.
Chief job is to vacate Mama T-B.'s unit, starting to weigh on us man.
Must arrange for donation-taker & personal-move trucks, sigh man.
There's a GS in FST, can't go sigh we man.
Hip still hurts, more bedtime HSM man.
And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.