THE BIG DAY.
We woke up to snow and freezing frickin' rain and I have the worst bellyache.
Hubby is standing outside in the icky weather waiting..I opt for sitting in the car with no heat watching from across the street.
Hubby back and very aggrivated. His total interview was wicked short, only asked a handful of questions, then told him he needed to go back to the Medical office and do a pee test and bring it right back. They gave him 3 papers. One blue one stating needed urine test, one blue one stating he stayed more than 180 days illegally, but qualifies for a pardon and the 3rd one was the DHL paper. He has to be back at 3pm to pick up pee results. We try to sort shit out and grab lunch. At 3pm, he picks up pee and goes back to Consulate to turn in. Mother F'ers are not taking in any more people and tell him to come back tomorrow. WTF???? Too pissed off to do anything, we head home.
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