I did it.

I sent the stupid visa application in today.

It's out of my hands...literally and figuratively. I'm not freaking out like I thought I would, but I am nervous.

Oh well. Whatever. The only thing I know to do is pray that if the UK Border Agency Officer see something that he/she doesn't like, or has a question/comment/concern, that she/he will contact me so that I can put his/her mind at ease.

Perhaps I need to send another bribe--I MEAN...gift basket with an assortment of teas and scones and marmalades and clotted cream....

Have you ever had clotted cream? It's a lot like whipped cream...if it isn't actually whipped cream. It's pretty good. It isn't the first thing I would think to put on a scone or other baked good along the lines of a biscuit (American biscuit, that is...not an American cookie), but it's nice nonetheless.

I got my Criminal History today, too. That was a trip. The walls in the "waiting room" (or holding cell) were donned with printed and cut-out pictures of cute animals. Puppies and kittens snuggled next to each other, bunnies and ducks.... It was weird. I didn't like it. Oh, and everyone working there seemed to not be having a good day. They reinforced my initial judgement when I asked them how their day was going.

That last sentence makes sense, but it doesn't use the words I want to use. There's another word I'm looking for, but I can't figure out what those words are.

Now I'm about to get some dinner, go BACK to work (Old Navy called me and asked if I wanted to work again tonight), and after work I think I'll run by the post office and mail the Criminal History results to Ben at Yeldall Manor. I have nothing to hide; I'm clean as a whistle.

That phrase never made sense to me.... Whistles aren't clean because you've had them in your mouth and you're spitting on them....