Indeed. Well, let's just say it said what I thought it would say, if it could talk: "we still haven't done sh$t to your application, bwahahahaha!!"
Aug. 22 printout: eligibility not started, security not started, criminality in progress, medical in progress.
Nov. 9 printout: eligibility not started, security not started, criminality in progress, medical passed.
Meanwhile people who applied after me are done (yes, I'm preaching to the choir here, but still). My husband had lots of nice things that start with F to say about that when I texted him.
Hahaaaaa, that was pretty hilar. I was living in D.C. during the so-called "snowmaggedon" a couple of winters back. I've lived in Chicago for most of my life and I was born in Moscow, so why is it that I have that sinking feeling when I look out the window? I just want it to be warm enough so I can grow stuff in my community garden, damnit! Aww, I feel so bad for your Texas doggy. Our apartment building neighbor's dog, "chocolat" (yes, the dog is brown, lol) was apparently frolicking in the snow this morning. My husband looked out the window and said, "Chocolat really loves that snow. Stupid dog." (I realize my husband must sound really bad from the last two descriptions, lol, he's not I swear!).