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That sounds fairly positive, if they were satisfied with her answers. Fingers crossed. Keep us informed.

Friday ES report, see man: We attended all Many (2+1) ESs, dependable truthful reliable we man. A Many'th (2+2th) ES appeared, but we didn't attend, out of our way man. The first and Many'rd ESs yielded the take, see man: -- 2-pc. queen sheets = $Many-&-a-half ($[2+2+2] + half a buck), deal man -- ~full roll uHaul box-tape, ~full can Foamy shaving-cream = $2, steal man Total = $Many-&-a-half ($[2x2x2] + half a buck)

But have you purchased your Pre-Owned Toilet Seats yet, huh mam ma'am? On Memorial Day sale at a handsome 0.0000001% off full retail, $$$$$i man. Buy your POTSs today, si mam ma'am!

Loser needs to rot in jail.

Thread is shifted from the main K-1 Process forum to the K-1 Case Progress subforum, to be among related threads.

That's the spirit! Keep us updated regardless. Good luck.

Sarcasm unnoticed...

Scintillating Thursday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Thursday report, see man: We awoke Mini-B. from a dead sleep, zzz wee man. He's thrilled with his new bedroom/bathroom digs, happy to satisfy wee man we man man. Took Uncle T-B. to eye doc, all good enough for half-year hiatus till next caucus man. Went to Costco, 2 items man. Place was utterly out-of-control mobbed at noon on a Thursday, man. Lunch was the Costco hot dog + (diet) Pepsi, ingest we man. Siesta'd at casa, zzz we man. Texted FAJC complimentarily but cited imposing distance, cannot sustain same we man. FAJC responded graciously and wants to re-caucus if/when things change, nice FAJC man. Mama T-B. wanted to see Mini-B. after skool, insistent senior she man. "It will be for a very short visit, si man," quoth senior she man man. We were there for 1 hour + half an hour, ravenous Two Guys man. Din-din was emergency sustenance from BK*, ingest Two Guys man. *WUOC, financially savvy we man Mini-B. gamed with amigos for much of evening, game wee man man. He seems quite happy, glee wee man man. We have itineraried an anemic Many (2+1) ESs for Friday, itinerary we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

Never heard of it, so I searched it: https://iowa80truckstop.com Sounds intriguing. Good planning -- sounds like you have things down to a comfortable science.

No matter what's going on, this sort of stuff is crucial beyond description.

At least there's some accountability.

Powers of Attorney are good, too.

It's still Wednesday somewhere, so here is our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== SEEN ON T-SHIRTS You are not immune to demonic influence. If I died and went straight to Hell, it would take me a week to realize I wasn't at work anymore. It's too people-y outside.. I can't walk on water, but I can stagger on beer. I'm so poor, I can't even pay attention. I don't need Google -- my wife knows everything. No one is ugly at 2:00 AM.

Jill Biden's role propping up Joe throughout his presidency can't be ignored as questions over his cancer diagnosis swirl As the anatomy of the great Joe Biden cover-up emerges, one dark figure stands menacingly taller than the rest. That would be Vogue cover girl Dr. Jill Biden, who is starting to look more like Dr. Evil — a cartoonishly terrible, power-hungry and reckless movie villain — every day. This week, as Jake Tapper and Alex Thompson's devastating book "Original Sin" detailing the Dems' elaborate cover-up of the 46th president's infirmity as he ran — or, ahem, as he was run — for a second shot at the White House, Biden dropped a bombshell prostate cancer diagnosis. The timing was undoubtedly meant to shift sympathy to the family and soften the atomic boom of the scandal. [...] https://nypost.com/2025/05/20/opinion/jill-bidens-role-propping-up-joe-through-his-presidency-cant-be-ignored/

Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: Got up early enough to prep for rendezvous with the FAJC, arise-and-prep we man. Texted her twice with our timing and "Please confirm, si man," si man. No response, no man. We headed out regardless, one hour and Many (2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 +1) miles man. Arrived on time, timely we man. Couldn't find her exact casa, one of 2 or Many possibles man. Texted and called, no response man. Finally texted that we were hurt and had had our time wasted, up-stood we man. We drove to a Mexican restaurant about 2 miles away and began lunching, ingest we man. We then got a lengthy, apologetic text from the FAJC, apologetic FAJC man. She said that a job interview had come up and she'd forgotten all about us, true story man. She asked where we were, she'd be home soon, and could we still meet, ask FAJC of we man man. We indicated our receptivity, receptive we man. So, 1 hour + half an hour after originally scheduled time, we met the FAJC, finally caucus we man. We took her to lunch at Popeye's*, highly acceptable choice to FAJC and to we man man. *WUOC, financially savvy and approved-of-by-FAJC we man Had nice chat for an hour until we had to leave, nice FAJC man. The FAJC is a noosering student, 2nd year of Noosering Skool man. We knew this and had brought along medical books that we'd planned to donate, prepared we man. As we returned the FAJC to her casa, we gave her choice of one, Many, or all, offer we to FACJ man. The FAJC very gratefully took all but one, older edition of another man. She said to text her when we returned to our casa, text we man to FAJC man man. We left at half-past 2 p.m. and went to nearby donation place, donate we man. We donated Many (2+1) bags of stuff in the T-B.-mobile trunk, donate we man. We briefly went into the resale store but were off-turned by its random nature, too much work man. Trip back to casa was substantially delayed, absolutely awful traffic at Many p.m. man. We were exhausted by the stress and the traffic and were sleepy from lunch, out-wiped we man. We made it to the casa about half-of-half an hour late, totally hosed we man man. We lunched demanding miu and went straight to siesta, desperate-for-zzz we man. Of course, siesta was interrupted by a call from Uncle T-B. and a blow-leafer outside, man. We conclude that the FAJC is perfectly nice, conclude we man. However, the distance is not sustainable, no man. The FAJC has no car, previously totaled man. Her schedule is challenging to navigate, Noosering Skool man. We therefore will probably not pursue anything further, oh well man. Unless the EJC renews interest, this will be our last interaction from the website, gone dark on it now man. It was a highly interesting (!!?) Many (2+2+2) months, conclude we and agree all of you man man. We will begin applying to monasteries shortly, only remaining option man. After siesta, felt like dog-poop, borderline-ill we man. Felt slightly less hosed after shower and a mega-Tylenol, somewhat man. Up-picked Mini-B. in eve, Two Guys week man. Mini-B. quite helpful in arranging his new room, motivated wee man man. This was good because we were at about 2% personal battery life, exhausted we man. Mini-B. showed us his newest computer game, watch in bewilderment we man man. Din-din for us was onecan of sliced carrots, ingest we man. Mini-B. had din-din with ex-Mrs.-T-B., pre-ingest wee man man. Mini-B. is enjoying his new bathroom, bath towel**, and bedroom digs, enjoy wee man man. **bought at a recent ES, financially savvy we man It was past time to give him this kind of independence, recognize acutely we man re wee man man. We think that this will rebuild father-son relations, don't blow it we man please man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must take Mini-B. to skool and Uncle T-B. to doctor, chauffeur wee and senior he man man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

White mius are ALL crazy, conclude we man. P-Math error, si and see and C man!

We definitely thought about this, si man. We'd even bought several Many-foot-long tables (on sale at Costco) awhile back, si man. However, the effort for the payback just isn't/wasn't there, sigh man. We remember our one GS from Many (2x2x2 +2+1) years ago, remember we man. We swore afterward that we would never run one again, swear we man. She's in so much joint-pain that she doesn't really want to, no and sigh man.

Obviously the Amish, again.

I have it on accurate authority that Venezuelans here -- professional, business-owners, happily willing to assimilate, good entrants -- are self-deporting. Many are returning to Venezuela, to uncertain but ominous futures. On the bright side, Spain is accepting them with little visa hassle.

Bidementia reportedly hadn't had a PSA test since 2014 (!!?). No excuse for that, and in fact it smacks of medical negligence or malpractice.

I thought this, too. Look for it and merge threads?

For the benefit of future readers in the same predicament, let us know what you end up with and how you did it!

This has been a challenge for a long time. See the several other threads on that topic in this forum. Good luck, and be sure to report updates!

When Mrs. T-B. got her conditional green card, I took her on a 4-day tour of several Mexican border cities. We hit 2 crossings per day, and spent overnights on the U.S. side. She didn't have to report any of these trips to USCIS later. Funny sidebar: When we went into Nuevo Laredo, we walked a few blocks beyond the main tourist area. We stopped in a restaurant at about 3:30 p.m. We were the only customers among several helpful waiters. Mrs. T-B. was asking them about menu items: "What's a chimichanga? What's a calzone?" The waiters explained, but I could see them becoming increasingly confused by the questioning. As one of them held the door open for me as we left, I mustered my entire Spanish vocabulary and said, "Mi esposa es una Ecuatoriana" ("my wife is Ecuadorian"). His eyebrows shot up and he exclaimed, "Ah, sí!" and rushed inside, presumably to tell his colleagues. I'd guessed correctly that they were confused why a fluent Spanish-speaker didn't know Mexican menu items.

Karine Jean-Pierre Insists Joe Biden Is Cancer-Free WASHINGTON, D.C. — Following the shocking announcement that he was suffering from stage 4 prostate cancer, former White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre insisted that Joe Biden was 100% cancer-free. Jean-Pierre assured the American people that the cancer-riddled former president had received a clean bill of health and that, despite Biden suffering from metastatic cancer, it in no way meant that he was suffering from metastatic cancer. "He is as fit, healthy, and free of cancer as I've ever seen him," she told reporters. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/karine-jean-pierre-insists-joe-biden-is-cancer-free