Remember this fiasco from the end of last month?
Some very nice envelopes came in the mail today. Three, to be exact. Two were the reports I asked my local representative to help straighten out. The third one was the report from the FBI fingerprinting that I did the afternoon after we laid my great-uncle to rest. They'd said it would take six to eight weeks--and in fact my well-intentioned aunt (yes, the one you're thinking of) was freaking out on my mom (why her and not directly to me, I dunno) that I wouldn't have it in time--but today it was in my mailbox.
All the many letters of my name are present and in the correct order!
Now I can say that I have no criminal record, and I can back it up. And then some. I ordered some really yummy coffee to celebrate. And contemplate whether I have to vote for my representative next time around. What else does he do? Good stuff?
Maybe a grateful phone call would suffice.