Thursday, August 16, 2007

Oh Yes, We Called Him The Brute

Pardon me, I had meant to write the story about The Brute and late night watermelon. Instead, Phill tapped my obsessive powers to help him fill out a long, detailed application for a federal credentialing service.

Why am I doing that? We're moving to another state, which means another round of medical licensing boards to satisfy that he is who he is.

I'll get to the dog story.


Kell said...

Where to? PA is a nice place!

Sarabeth said...

Louisiana. New Orleans, acutally. We fully expect visitors for Mardi Gras or Jazz Fest.

Liz Self said...

This does not inspire confidence in me. We're only just not filling out long, detailed applications so Wes can become licensed in Illinois. You mean we go through this ridiculousness again when we move?

Sarabeth said...

Yep. Start a folder now (use a red one) with his birth certificate, high school diploma, med school diploma copies, USMLE transcript, college transcripts, college diploma copies, and receipts for every other test and license that he obtains. Know where it is, Liz. You will give yourself a hug later.

jmb said...

Well I've been wondering since you went as well to check out the place.
Best wishes for this exciting time.