What do fingerprints & salsa have in common?

Edit: We are done! Took less than 5 minutes, and that was having to redo my left hand 27 times (slight exaggeration . . . I think my mom believed me when I said that). Now we are praying that our acceptance letter arrives very soon.

We are on our way to get fingerprinted with USCIS. We can't take our phones in with us so I'm gonna be without any connection to the world for a bit. Isn't it sad how addicted we get to the Internet? I mean a year ago I wasn't even on Facebook. Now I can't live without my iPhone.

Anyway, they won't let me take my video camera in either. You know because I was planning on taking it in and revealing all their secrets to the world. So I'm blogging while we drive to keep my mind off of my husband's driving. He's already tried to squeeze us between an 18 wheeler and a septic truck. It could've been really bad. I may or may not have lost it . . . just a bit.

Like five minutes before we left . . . I just had to stop writing and tell Patrick to watch the road . . . now I'm lost. Oh yeah, right before we left I dumped a whole container of freshly made salsa all over my kitchen floor and inside one of my bottom cabinets. I was so mad. And then Andrew kept asking, "Why'd you make that mess Mom?". Seriously, I had to bite my tongue because I was not a happy camper. But it wasn't his fault. I got the mess cleaned, we dropped Andrew off with my sister, and got on the road to San Antonio.

Now my fingers are starting to cramp and Patrick is starting to scare the living daylights out of me. I need to go scream "brake lights!" over and over to remind him he's not alone on the road. Have a great afternoon everyone.

And fingerprints and salsa have nothing in common . . . in case you were wondering.

Sorry for mistakes I'm doing this on my phone. :)