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Do it, and be sure to report back. Pulling for your success here.

"Yes, Dear; whatever you say, Dear," he replied compliantly.

The bigger sacrilege is no upvote from you, D ma'am.

Rather than potentially fighting a bureaucratic brick wall, contact the office of your Congressman or one of your U.S. Senators. They probably help with such matters all the time.

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Thrilling (!!?) Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: We took no HSM bedtime medicine, save for if/when we can zzz in longer man. Movers couldn't give an exact time, depended on when crews finished their morning runs man. We went to Mama T-B.'s old casa an hour before noon, Many a.m. man. We prepped furniture further for moving, preparatory we man. We got receptionist to notify her colleague that we had leftover furniture for sale, this would help man. Lunch from downstairs was BBQ pork ribs, baked potato, green beans, tortilla soup, and an unidentifiable sugar-free dessert in lieu of cherry cobbler, ingest and preserve A1c we man. Movers called to estimate Many (2+2) p.m., what the dickens and we man. They promised to call back with further updates, stay on premises we man. At 1 p.m., they called to say that we could leave the property, estimating Many p.m. still man. We returned to casa, serviced demanding miu, and lay down for a much-needed siesta, groggy we man. Not Many minutes later, we were texted by an available crew, so much for much-needed siesta man. We returned to Mama T-B.'s place and waited for arrival, timely they man man. They arrived at half-of-half till Many (2+1) p.m., as promised man. They super-efficiently shrink-wrapped/tarped the approximate Manyzen items, poetry in motion man. Two minutes less than an hour later, Mama T-B.'s new room was furnished, mirabile dictu man. (New place = Many [2+2] miles from old place, proximity helped man.) A half-hour delay occurred before payment, charge $Many00 more than verbal quote man. Estimator tried to research his notes from Saturday but hadn't taken any, si and no man. In short, he agreed to honor verbal estimate without harming movers' pay, office absorb things man. We were very well pleased after the temporary tension, pleased we man. Mama T-B. objected moderately to our choice of what was brought, extra glass-atop-pedestal table man. We told her that it was to place pictures of Papa T-B., us, and Mini-B. on, thoughtful we man. Mama T-B. grumbled further but will probably acquiesce when we bring the pictures in, hope we man. We also brought in another heavy bag of dusters and bedsheets, exhausted we man. During this time, our Amazon order of a wheeled clothes-hamper came, timely arrival man. We assembled it for Mama T-B., completely spent we man. Our back was on fire and our right leg becoming useless, return of HSM-nuked symptoms man. Mama T-B. then wanted to know what the "clutter" on a shelf was, neat-freak senior she man man. It was hospice stuff and records from her earlier hospital discharge, man. Mama T-B. insisted on closely reviewing each document, man. She told us to discard some and to get the rest out of her sight, remove it we man. We finally returned to the T-B.-mobile and cranked the A/C up to highest, perspirational we man. We returned to the casa at half-past Many (2+2+1) p.m., long day man. Lengthy miu service immediately occurred, indignant/outraged miu man. We didn't even watch AFV, anathema on most Sundays man. We showered and couldn't even reach below our knees, body too stiff man. LL was begun, our stuff man. We belatedly discovered that Mini-B. had left most of his clothes behind his bathroom door, we man. Din-din was 2 ham-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man. Miu wanted further service, what else could we possibly do man. During this time, ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. made it from Guayaquil to Cuenca, short flight man. At nearly Many (2x2x2) p.m., a siesta was attempted, beyond-exhaustion we man. We couldn't lie on either side, writhe and squirm in pain we man. Siesta a massive failure, man. We limped upright, popped a Tylenol, and followed miu downstairs, Serve Me NOW Daddy miu man. Miu would not clearly communicate her needs, talk People and not Miu please miu man. It turned out that miu wanted to be thoroughly brushed a second time, man. We were probably yelling as we bent down to brush miu, yell we man. Folded LL, fold we man. Dished the warsher, must de-dish we man. No party with the rubias, no possibly cavort we man. On Monday, must return Amazon rejects, return we man. On Monday, must bring pictures to Mama T-B., set on glass tables man. On Monday, must collect more cardboard boxes, go out for boxing we man. On Monday, must declutter Mama T-B.'s old casa, far too much there man. On Monday, must buy Mama T-B. a Roku TV and recruit kindly neighbor to mount it, buy & mount we man. On Monday, must do 2 more LLs, small but consume-timing man. Aside from this, nothing else to do except ingest HSM or pursue a body-transplant, pained we man. And that was/is our thrilling (!!?) Sunday, report we man.

Oh, that's just more bu$ine$$ for you, $i man.

Sorry Excuse For American Hasn't Blown Off Single Finger With Fireworks LEE'S SUMMIT, MO — As people across the nation prepared to celebrate the 4th of July holiday, one sorry excuse for an American revealed he had yet to blow off a single finger with fireworks. Sources close to 39-year-old Ben Malick said that they were unable to confirm whether or not he was actually a citizen of the United States due to the fact that he had not lost any of his digits in a horrific fireworks accident. "Can anyone with all 10 fingers really consider themselves an American?" asked one of his friends. "It [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/sorry-excuse-for-american-hasnt-blown-off-single-finger-with-fireworks

They're Gone: Eight Illegal Immigrants Sent to South Sudan [...] OK, let's get one thing straight: The eight goblins sent to South Sudan aren't "migrants." They are, or were, illegal aliens; people in the United States in violation of our immigration laws, and with criminal convictions above and beyond their illegal entry. For various reasons, they aren't being sent back to their home countries; thus, their housing in South Sudan. This is an immigration-law equivalent of the old bartenders' closing-time admonition: "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." [...] https://redstate.com/wardclark/2025/07/05/theyre-gone-eight-illegal-immigrants-sent-to-south-sudan-n2191275

THE OUTHOUSE PROBLEM, SI MAN Ma and Pa were two old folks living on a farm in the Arkansas hills, si man. Pa found out that the hole under their outhouse was full, si man. He told Ma that he didn't know how to empty the hole, no man. Ma said, "Why don't you go ask the youngun down the road, huh man? He must be smart 'cause he's a college gradjyate, si man." Pa drove to the neighbor's house and asked him, "Mr. College Gradjyate, my outhouse hole is full, and I don't know what to do to empty it, si and no man." The young man said, "Get yourself two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse, si man. Put them both under the outhouse and light them both at the same time, si man. The first one will go off and shoot the outhouse in the air, si man. While it's in the air, the second one will go off and spread the poop all across your farm, fertilizing your ground, si man. The outhouse should then come back down on the same spot atop the now-empty hole, si man." Pa thanked the neighbor, then bought two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse, si man. He went home and put them under the outhouse, si man. He lit them and ran behind a tree, si man. All of a sudden, Ma ran out of the house and into the outhouse, si man. Boom, si man! The first stick of dynamite exploded, shooting the outhouse into the air, si man. Boom, si man! The second stick of dynamite exploded, spreading poop all over the farm, si man. Then, WHAM, si man! The outhouse came crashing back down atop the hole, si man. Pa raced to the outhouse, threw open the door, and asked, "Ma, are you all right, huh man?" As Ma pulled up her panties, she said, "Yeah, si man, but I'm sure glad I didn't fart in the kitchen, no man!"

It is Sunday, and time for our hilarious, tension-relieving, progress-prompting (that is, if correlation = causation) Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== WHAT'S IN A NAME? ME: The bathroom is cleaned. WIFE: Thank you. ME: Why do we keep the toilet brush in the shower? WIFE: What? ME: Why is the toilet brush in the shower? WIFE: What are you talking about? ME: The puffy thing with the handle. WIFE: MY LOOFAH?! ME: You named the toilet brush?!

VDH is dead-nuts on fire here. Pleasurable reading, no matter what your pet issue is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Decline and Fall of Our So-Called Degreed Experts The first six months of the Trump administration have not been kind to the experts and the degree-holding classes. Almost daily during the tariff hysterias of March, we were told by university economists and most of the PhDs employed in investment and finance that the U.S. was headed toward a downward, if not recessionary, spiral. Most economists lectured that trade deficits did not really matter. Or they insisted that the cures to reduce them were worse than the $1.1 trillion deficit itself. They reminded us that free, rather than fair, trade alone ensured prosperity. So, the result of Trump's foolhardy tariff talk would be an impending recession. America would soon suffer rising joblessness, inflation--or rather a return to stagflation--and likely little, if any, increase in tariff revenue as trade volume declined. Instead, [...] https://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2025/07/04/the_decline_and_fall_of_our_so-called_degreed_experts_152996.html

OP, your literacy and powers of expression are probably superior to any that I've ever seen on this site. I say this regardless of whether I agree with you or not. I hope that you stay on VJ and contribute as you can.

The same goes for other important documents: copies of birth certificates, university transcripts, etc.

Thrilling (?) Saturday non-ES report, see man: We up-dosed on major HSM and actually zzz'd through the night, even more needed man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs*, ingest we man. *these are ready-to-eat from the dairy department** at Costco, reminder man **try explaining that to the cows and the chickens, scratch-header man After ES-ing, we collected a few more cardboard boxes, preparatory we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. headed to the airport, Ecu trip man. Mama T-B. wanted more items from her old casa, request senior she man of we man man. We spent considerable time there to consider which furniture to move, can't wait any longer man. Lunch was again on her monthly account, explained previously man. We consumed chicken parm + noodles, asparagus, dinner roll, & chocolate cake, ingest we and hose A1c we man. Mama T-B. consumed 2 laxative pills, irregularity man. She regretted this, no outflow boundaries at all man. She had to lie in it for some time without cleanup, few helpers around man. She was crying more desperately on the phone than we've ever heard, gosh man. We phoned the office and got results, thankfully man. Mama T-B. much calmer when we visited, si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. reported timely arrival in Panama, connection man. After returning to our casa, we did the following, see man: -- laundered Mama T-B.'s soiled dusters***, afraid of running out of them senior she man man ***along with Mini-B.'s mini-week mini-load, proficient Thread Laundress we man -- called a moving co., arrange for several pieces to go to Mama T-B. Sunday afternoon man -- arranged 2 Amazon returns for Mama T-B., arrange we man -- made new Amazon purchase for Mama T-B., purchase we man -- left birthday greeting for reclusive Aunt T-B. at Skilled Noosering Facility in Oregon, greet we man -- din-dinned/treated insistent miu, assuage demanding miu we man -- din-dinned on toucans of Chef B. Beefaroni, ingest we man -- informed Mama T-B. of stuff's Sunday delivery, gird loins for inevitable reaction we man -- went through consequent aysheep "who shot John" about move, timing, items, etc., aysheep senior she man -- Mama T-B. wants one dresser instead of another, hose entire prospective layout man. -- took whole new list of stuff Mama T-B. wants from old casa, transcribe we man We were rather bummed and exhausted after this, no end to it man. We took a siesta, rather restorative man. Called Mama T-B., calmer senior she man man. Told her that we were going back to old casa to out-clear garbage from dressers, clear we man. At old casa, we out-cleared a staggering amount of junk from many drawers, good grief man. Two drawers alone were filled with used/unused gift wrap/ribbons/bags, hoard senior she man man. Another was half-filled with old (empty) jewelry boxes, go out for boxing we man. Mama T-B. always yelled at us for leaving "cr@p" out, cluttered we man. How is it any better to squirrel it away, riddle us THIS man? We were sweaty and rather bummed after this job, perspirational bum we man. Miu demanded #2 din-din + brushing + multiple treats upon our return, henpecked by All Females we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. reported successful arrival in Ecu, arrive ex-she man & wee man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Should probably prep ourself early Sunday, movers' availability sometime after their morning runs man. Maybe we can get another free lunch beforehand, ingest financially savvy we man. Who knows whether we can conquer our 2 remaining LLs, unsure we man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

Saturday ES report, see man: We attended both ESs, reliable we man. Neither yielded anything, one dump casa one nice casa man. Oh well, OK man. Total = $0

How VERY Arkansan, si D ma'am. Shouldn't Arkansans instead register at dentists for Denture Rewards, huh D ma'am? Time of fireworks notification precised, see and si and D ma'am. Can he trade them for their cash value, huh D ma'am? Definitely descended from Hillbilly, si D ma'am!

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. is loca, nuts ex-she man man. She needs to recover for a long time, si man. We are not particularly interested in reconnecting, no man. It would be a VERY long time with HEAVY premarital counseling, if ever man. Tell that to our A1c, probably completely hosed man. Aldi burnt them, not us, si and no man. And aren't you supposed to be consumed in July Many'th (2+2th) recreation, huh man?

OP, answer the questions. Consequent to the answers, it seems that you have cause to: A. Demand a refund for any I-130 application fees plus legal charges for filing it; B. Formally report that attorney to your State Bar Association; C. Both of the above.

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Thrilling Friday report, see man: Embedded ourself at 2 a.m. with heap heap HEAP HEAP HSM, out-knocked we man. In the first half-hour of Many (2+2+2) a.m., Many (2+1) -- si man, Many (2+1) -- texts came in, man. This hosed our carefully planned in-zzz-ing, man. Mini-B. still zzz-ing, zzz wee man man. We decided to mow front lawn, before rain/heat man. Two sweatbands were consumed, one job one recovery man. While we recovered under ceiling fan, ex-Mrs.-T-B. called, call ex-she man we man man. She asked when we wanted to turn over Mini-B., Ecu trip Saturday man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. then stated how much she was hurting after dumping by the Rojo, si man. We gave her several reasons why it wasn't her fault, no lie we man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. appreciated our reasoning and concluded that she would be OK, si man. She even complimented us on a few of our Many,000,000,000 positive qualities, si man. We rousted Mini-B. from bed before noon, minor miracle man. Went straight to Mama T-B.'s old casa, start there man. Mini-B. helped us take empty boxes upstairs, would've taken us forever even if we'd survived it man. We dumped them inside, and Mini-B. chillaxed while we retrieved lunches*, retrieve we man. *with use of Mama T-B.'s stagnating monthly meal allowance, nothing wrong with this man Mini-B. had a cheeseburger, cheaps, and broccoli soup, ingest we man. We had baked whitefish, butternut squash, hush puppies, and diced watermelon, ingest we man. Mini-B. was full, so we consumed both cherry cobblers, ingest and hose A1c we man. Gathered items requested by Mama T-B., gather we man. Visited Mama T-B. in new place, visit senior she man. Mama T-B. delighted to see Mini-B., as ever man. She didn't even yell at us, amazing man. It was a good visit, conclude Two Guys and senior she man man. Returned to casa, return Two Guys man. We were past ready for a siesta, need major zzz we man. Uncle T-B. phoned TWICE precisely in the middle of it, man. Din-din was burnt pork ends (Aldi) and tater tots (Aldi), ingest Two Guys man. Movie evening was 2 Breaking Bad episodes, watch Two Guys man. Many (2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man. Tally for the week was Many (1 Manyzen + 1), highly acceptable Two Guys total man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. asked us to bring Mini-B., in throes of packing ex-she man man. Mini-B. gathered his junk, gather wee man man. We got him to join us in stripping/reclothing his bed, minor miracle man. Miu helped by sitting on bed while we were trying to make it, participatory miu man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. out on errand, empty casa man. We said goodbye to Mini-B., end of Two Guys week man. It was a good week despite Internet outage, conclude Two Guys man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Will listen to fireworks, miu thankfully not spooked by them man. We have itineraried 2 ESs for Saturday, think we can attend we man. Then, must contact moving-companies, determine schedules man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

The feeling is unparalleled, isn't it? Congratulations and best of luck to both of you. Do stick around to offer support to others.

Such a literate, detailed report will be of interest and comfort to others, assuredly. Elaboration on Crazy Cat's recommendation about collecting evidence for Removing Conditions: I took everything that might remotely support evidence of our relationship and threw it all into a box. I had a computer folder for online material. When it was time to file the I-751, I had the high-class problem of deciding what NOT to include. In addition (actually, before anything), shop for a lawyer who can draft wills, medical & financial powers of attorney, and similar estate documents. These make superlative evidence for Removing Conditions, and they're even more crucial to have in "life." Remember that if you move from one U.S. state to another, your will may need to be redone.

Keep buying booze until you can officially test the card! 1. If it works as ID, begin drinking immediately & heavily to celebrate. 2. If it doesn't work, begin drinking immediately & heavily regardless.