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Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: Despite bedtime HSM, we awoke long, long, long before the alarm, and we man. We got going late nevertheless, drag corpus we man. Bad hip was worse than Saturday but better than Friday, ow vs. OW man. A supermarket some drive away is closing in 2 weeks, sad but good sales for financially savvy we man man. We went and got a goodly amount of stuff for a net of Many% ([2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2 + 2+2+2]%) off, financially savvy we man. One item was a packaged sandwich for lunch, ingest at discount financially savvy we man. Dropped stuff at the casa, drop we man. Excited, interactive miu was excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. Popped by second supermarket, pop we man. Somewhat replenished our supply of Powerade Zero grape flavor, replenish we man. Got Many (2+1) items for Uncle T-B., get we for senior he man man. Dropped Powerade at the casa, drop we man. Excited, interactive miu remained excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. Went to Mama T-B.'s old casa, already 2 p.m. man. Recovered in full-blast air conditioning for a bit, cool we man. Took Uncle T-B.'s GS shirts from Saturday plus new purchases to Uncle T-B., thrilled senior he man man. He didn't ramble quite as much as usual, nonrambling senior he man man. And thank the Great Sky-Chimp that he had his hearing aids in, no shout we man. Finally began our real business, already half-past 2 p.m. man. We decided to load the stuff going back to our casa, quite a bit man: -- 2 separate trips of Mama T-B.'s selected clothing, holy mackerel man -- a flatbed full of blankets, bedspreads, pillows, and memorabilia, ordered not to out-throw any man The T-B.-mobile was quite full, si man. We were sweating like an illegitimate male child, hot day man. Went back upstairs, altitudinous we man. Pretty much out-cleared closet #1, hard to believe it ourself man. Compiled small donation-bag, remaining Many blouses plus random stuff man. Debated taking it to #2 preferred donation site, possibly a rush and a long way man. Ended up taking it to Goodwill, closest but we hate their online-receipt process, man. After only Many (2+1) hours of out-cleaning activity, we were completely hosed, hosed we man. We were sweating like an illegitimate male child, perspirational we man. We were limping like an illegitimate male child, hip worse than completely hosed man. Returned to our casa and began unloading stuff, unload we man. Set it inside and carried it upstairs in stages, at least Many (2+2+2) up/down trips man. Amidst all this, excited, interactive miu remained excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. By the Many'th trip, we could not take a separate step up with bad-hip leg, ow ow ow OW OW man. We think we were yelling in pain, only miu knew for sure man. We then fed/treated/kibbled/brushed/played with miu, ow ow ow OW OW man. Sat under ceiling fan and called Mama T-B., call we senior she man man. Mama T-B. was in inconsolable tears, praying to die she man man. No one had brought her din-din, severe oversight man. She described herself as a "useless bedridden lump," and why did she deserve this man. We were nearly in tears ourself and could only murmur sympathy, what the dickens can be said man. She apologized for putting us through all this and urged us to vacate so as to "get your life back," sigh man. We said that she went to every length for the infant T-B., so now it's our turn to pay it back, si man. She again burst into tears because she desperately wants to be independent again, sigh man. Otherwise at a loss, we told her that we can be her sounding-board anytime, si and sigh man. After up-hanging, we called the Resisted Living place to tell them to bring Mama T-B. some din-din, si man. We then immediately texted Mini-B. to take a fresh foto of himself to send to Grandma and then to call her, si man. We finally showered, Clean for Gene we man man. We began our sole and very large LL, record number of t-shirts & sweatbands man. During all this, miu remained excited and interactive, excited interactive miu man. Din-din (at half-past Many ([2x2x2] p.m.) was Modified Tuna Glop, ingest we man. After this, we plastered NextDoor with a "final markdown" post with fotos, sell the damned stuff man. Someone will come to see us Monday eve, promise she man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Major bedtime HSM tonight, desperate to ingest we man. On Monday, we must tackle bathroom #1, out-clean it man. We must without fail call movers, donation & personal man. We must organize further simply to see what we have and what's left over, needfully see we man. And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

Gracias, Eh ma'am. It's more complex because Mama T-B. is still alive and has preferences in regard to her own stuff. See Thrilling Sunday-on-Monday report, see Eh ma'am.

Fingers crossed that things progress in time, and prayers for you and your mother.

You can cite that quoted segment if you're questioned. It should quell any concerns. If anyone here knows more, I guess we'll both learn something!

It is Sunday, and time for our approval-evoking* Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: *that is, if correlation = causation =========================================== EXCELLENT MEMORY Three old men were discussing their failing memories. The first old man said, "Today I was at the top of the stairs, and I couldn't remember if I had just gone up or was about to go down." The second old man said, "I was sitting at the edge of my bed, and I couldn't remember if I was about to sleep or just woke up." The third old man scoffed and said, "My memory is as good as ever, knock on wood." He hit the table twice with his knuckle, looked up in surprise, and yelled, "Who's there?"

Well, you just got your first upvote for being an alert member who has asked a thoughtful question. Thanks for your endorsement. Others are more tuned in and can comment authoritatively. We'll move posts if they're not in an optimal forum. You guessed pretty much the right place to post, initially. USCIS, and the consulates, and CBP all thrive on the truth. A 4-month front-of-store job certainly isn't your fiancee's life's work, and sensible authorities will realize that. As the incomparable pushbrk says, "Reading carefully, interpreting literally, and answering completely & honestly is the key to your success during this entire process." Edited to add: Sincere thanks from ALL of us for your clear identification of who is who and giving your ages right up front. Everyone should emulate you in doing that.

Indeed a lovely and happy couple.

Henry, welcome to the forum! By the way, your unanswered duplicate thread from hours ago has been removed; it's disappointing not to receive replies, but weekends here are slower. Folks will undoubtedly chime in. You ask a good question. "A job is a job," it seems, or should seem, if it was legal; others here will comment on the potential USCIS reaction at the petition phase. I'm purely guessing that if USCIS has an issue with her job, an RFE (request for evidence) will be sent to you, at which point you could respond by explaining the employment circumstances in detail. The big matter would be whether she ever used cannabis. If she has used it, she must be truthful and admit to this during the medical examination before her visa interview, and bear the rightful consequences. Again, others here will be along with input, so stay tuned.

Thrilling (?) non-GS/ES Saturday report, see man: Awoke with hip feeling not as hosed as on Friday, limp less we man. Breakfast was 2 slices of last night's 'roni 'za, ingest we man. Made donation-drop #1 while GS-ing/ES-ing, efficient we man. This included Many (2+2+2) Manyzens of Mama T-B.'s blouses, lots man. It included the same number of coated wire hangers, we're sick of those man. Had to go inside store to get them to roust a donation dude, inefficient man. Donation dude then had to get a new donation book, man. We were quite sweaty already by this time, perspirational we man. We didn't drink anything, no man. Made it to Mama T-B.'s old casa still with time for lunch, free man. Lunch was S+Ms, garlic bread, green-pea salad, and the driest sugar-free chocolate muffin ever, ingest we man. We didn't drink anything, no man. Continued out-clearing closet #1, si man. Lady texted to buy furniture for daughter's new condo, hopeful we man. Lady, husband, daughter, & son all showed up within minutes, glee we man. Daughter didn't give a poop about the whole process, no man. Everyone admired the furniture but she muttered, "I can't take it with me, no man," man. They ended up buying just $Many's worth of small decorations that we hadn't considered selling, man. We did overcharge them a little, didn't complain they man. We've rarely been so disappointed over probably our last chance to sell furniture, sigh man. We busied ourself in out-clearing closet #1, Mama T-B.'s blouses man. We just made donation-drop #2 before closing, speed we man. This included Many (2+2+2) more Manyzens of Mama T-B.'s blouses, lots man. It included the same number of coated wire hangers, we're sick of those man. We then returned to her old casa, punishment-glutton we man. We didn't drink anything, no man. We continued to busy ourself in out-clearing closet #1, Mama T-B.'s blouses man. We got Many (2+2+2) more Manyzens of her blouses bagged, couldn't do one more man. We also got off-urinated and threw all cookware/bakeware into a box, fit perfectly man. We just made donation-drop #Many (2+1) before closing, speed we man. This drop too included the same number of coated wire hangers, we're sick of those man. We hurt ourself hoisting the box & bags into the donation bins, what else could we suffer man. Of course, this is the place of the "scan the image & get your e-mailed receipt," yeah right man. We couldn't do it because sun was reflecting off window, hose the scan-imaging man. An employee finally helped us, tear sign off window and put it in normal light man. We were completely drenched in sweat and a rather unhappy camper, man. From there, we went to our casa, finally man. Miu accosted us for food/treats/food/attention, accostive miu man. We finally chugged a large bottle of Powerade Zero grape flavor, not nearly enough man. We sat at computer under ceiling fan to check why a buyer stood us up, check we man. Just then, Mama T-B. called and asked for a progress report, awful timing man. We were in foul humor and unfortunately let it out when she lectured us about the obvious, sigh man. We need to apologize later, si man. Finally got a shower, blessed destinking for we man man. Din-din was the last Many (2+2) slices of 'roni 'za, ingest we man. A siesta was taken and actually overslept afterward, zzz we man. We again failed to contact movers, we man. We haven't tallied the number of blouses donated, no man. It is at least in the mid-to-high Many00s, guesstimate we man. Several Many00 had shoulder pads sewn in, observe we man. Brands ranged from KMart's house brand to Liz Claiborne and even a Gloria Vanderbilt, observe we man. Given more time, we could've taken these to a women's resale place & earned $, water under bridge man. No party with the rubias tonight, no man. Even with the 'za, we wonder how much more weight we've lost, losing battle (pun intended) man. We should spend Sunday taking small stuff to our casa, clothing bedclothes decorations man. There goes our formerly decluttered casa, sigh man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

Wonderful, dude! Be sure to stay on here to help others, as you've so knowledgeably done. --- Thread is shifted from the main "AOS from K Visas" forum to the Case Progress subforum.

We godlike Mods can correct that in thread titles, remember.

I still think -- in all instances -- that if there's an opportunity to keep the government off our back now or later, take that opportunity... every time.

You needed to start a new "so much winning" thread, si man. There's a paucity of upvotes toward Rhododendron status, too...

Is this something new, huh man? What with the dearth of upvotes, even Rhododendron status seems to be eluding you.

That's wonderful news! It's tough to fight a consulate, as I still vividly remember with white-hot anger. Your post will prove valuable to many. Thank you for your time and effort in composing and posting it.