god i love the uscis...

so so so
gavin and i had our big stressful usics interview yesterday. i had predicted that it was going to be a giant mess. i read horror stories about it online and was about to pull my hair out. i made all of my poor friends write letters attesting to the fact that they knew we were a real couple. i was told to do all of these things by the crazy people online. here's a recounting of how the interview really went.

we went in with our photo album and all of our assembled papers (i was worried because we don't have joint bank accounts, he doesn't drive so he's not on my car insurace, neither of us have life insurance, etc). we walked into the room and a stern looking man warned us not to put anything on his desk (like that had even crossed my mind!). he made us put up our right hands and swaer to tell the truth, blah, blah. he then went over all of the standard questions with gavin (have you ever been arrested, do you plan on engaging in any terrorist activity while you're here (cus, you know, who says yes to that one?!?), etc. then he asked gavin about his employment (at which time my nervous husband pretty much blanked on what he does. it was super cute). he then asked how we met, asked for our wedding pictures, and then asked what stuff we had in common. he asked about joint bank accounts, and we said "none". he asked about life insurance, we didn't have any. he then said, "what do you have?" we gave him our joint health insuance, my spousal benefits for his whole foods stuff and our lease and letter from our landlord that stated that he knew we lived together (as he lives right next door). the only sticking point was that i was missing part of my 2006 irs crap. he gave me a letter and an address to mail it to and said that as soon as i got that and sent it that he would approve us. i ordered a copy of it from them last night (should be here in 10-14 days).

so, after all of that studying (he had to learn my bra size and we quizzed each other on the colors of our toothbruses) none of it mattered.

i think that my fave part of the whole interview was when he asked how we met. we both sat there in silence not knowing who he was talking to. finally i piped up with, "are you asking him or me?" and the uscis guy said, "i don't care". i just kind of laughed and told the tale.

5 minutes in and out and now all i have to do is send in one piece of paper.

woohoo! my husband isn't going to get kicked out of the country. how super cool is that?

morning drink of choice:
coffee

book i'm reading:
the golden compass (yes, AGAIN!)

what i'm dreading:
leaving for work in 10 minutes

it is nice and cool out side so that's something!

happy tuesday everyone!