nervous

Sam and I are about to head up to the city to be interviewed by Uncle Sam who is trying to find out if our marriage and 'shared life' are legitimate, and make sure Sam will not become a public charge at any time. If we are successful, Sam will get a green card. We have pictures, bills, various licenses, bank statements, forms, letters of employment, all kinds of stuff. I'm sure it will be fine, but its just still kind of nerve-wracking.

On a more consistent note, I think I have another sinus infection. I can't believe all the crap those little brats carry around. It is insane. Hitherto, I always thought I had a hearty constitution. Now, I'm like one of those recessive-gened people that you always take pity on because they get sick all the time. One day, very soon, I will have an immune system of pure steel.