I'm legal!

We went en masse this morning to the immigration police station to pick up our residency cards! Awesome. It's only been 6 months since we applied. I was a little concerned by the posters in the waiting room that showed a person sneezing and snot flying everywhere with a big red line through it. It's an anti-tuberculocis campaign and it's aimed at nasty foreigners like myself who apparently sneeze with out covering our noses and mouths. Sheesh!

Just before our number came up to go into one of the interview rooms, Jack went off to the bathroom with James. When they got back, I was already in the room and Jack marched in and told the officer, "I did a big cowboy poop in the toilet!"

They gave us our residency cards regardless.