Tinwhistler, like so many men his age, is urgently woken by his bladder. Inexplicably, rather than use any of the four convenient full-sized bathrooms in the house, Tinwhistler decides to go use one of the bushes lining the front lawn. Unfortunately, his control fails him right at the finish line, and he pees himself in full view of the entire neighborhood.
Well, obviously, his first act after this is to go get cleaned up in the bath.
Meanwhile, Wasabi wakes in a much more leisurely fashion, and opts for some grilled cheese for breakfast.
His bath complete, Tin joins her.
"So Tin, I heard you had your own little Brexit today... because it's no longer the case that YOU'RE-A-PEEIN'?"
Vero also rises languidly around 10 am, and tends to her personal ablutions before facing the day.
Bhamv, however, heads straight for the living room to dance.
Well, Tin can't be moping around in shame all day, I've got stuff for him to do. I send him to his bedroom mirror to buck himself up using the mirror.
Bhamv is officially a dance expert now.
"Goodbye, everyone! I'm going to a place where nobody knows I peed myself!"
Wasabi plays the bills. Hrm, if this keeps up, there's gonna be some serious cash flow issues around here in a couple weeks.
What's that you got there for lunch, Vero? Grilled cheese, you say?
Somebody got water all over the floor in the bathroom, and Bhamv decides she has to be the one to clean it up.
Vero decides to play video games while she eats. I'm sure the keyboard will keep that sandwich nice and crumb-free.
Wasabi, ever the glutton for punishment, runs herself ragged on the treadmill again.
Tin returns from a successful adventure in space, and decides his rocket needs some upgrades.
Say Bhamv, what's for lunch?
Despite being worn out from the treadmill, Wasabi decides to go shovel the drifting snow in the backyard.
Bhamv's picking up Vero's bad habits. The gooey, crumby sandwich rests upon the keyboard while she chats online.
Then the two of them watch Iron Chef.
Hours later, Wasabi shovels on. She's in the zone... I guess?
Bhamv showers indoors, for once in her life.
Bhamv expresses frustration at the state of the kitchen. The coffee machine is broken, and the fridge is full of spoiled food.
Tin adroitly repairs the coffee machine, and Bhamv feels much more well disposed toward him.
... and now Wasabi's habits seem to be rubbing off on Vero. You know you guys don't need to shovel the LAWN, right?
Bhamv actually has a positive social interaction! It's a miracle!
Suddenly, she feels bombarded by the malevolent intent of the microwave oven.
Vero is also glad the coffee machine is fixed. This is just the thing to warm herself up after hours of needlessly shoveling the snow off the grass.
Tinwhistler regales Wasabi with a dramatic story about... a dollhouse?
Wasabi is shook.
Just your average monday evening anywhere, right? Vidya, coffee, dancing and push-ups.
Tinwhistler is invited to a local festival by a townie friend. Naturally, I have everybody else go along with.
How is Tin on such good terms with this girl? She's less than half his age!
As the crowd descends upon the festival, the Halforumites decide unanimously to instead patronize the art museum across the street.
Yup. That's some art. They spend the next few hours recreating that montage from Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
Tin also beefs up his comedy chops, telling Wasabi jokes.
Around 11:20, people are starting to get tired. But Vero and Wasabi need to use the ladies' room before leaving, so Tin and Bhamv spend some time chatting. Miraculously, Bhamv does not devolve into a hissing, spitting, insult-spewing monster. Will wonders never cease?
Coming out of the bathroom, Wasabi finds this piece really speaks to her.
Bhamv tells Tinwhistler some outrageous lies about her fictional career.
The foursome arrives home at a quarter to 1 am.
Vero has herself a midnight snack.
Wasabi goes straight to bed.
Tinwhistler decides he's not done with the night, and loads up on coffee.
Bhamv shakes that which her mother gave her.
Tinwhistler proves to himself and everybody else that he can, in fact, make it all the way to the bush in the front yard without losing bladder control. Uh... grats? Can't you just pee inside like a regular person?
Bhamv hits the sack around 2:30am.
Vero doesn't even notice she's broken the dishwasher.
Tinwhistler also turns in.
Vero's too worked up, though, and decides to try to tire herself out on the treadmill.
She gets a call that a townie she was friends with has died, and that makes her very sad.
It's almost dawn before she climbs into bed.
When you love jets/you love jets all the way/from your first shy coquette/to your last dyin' lay
