This trophy’s for my wife, who has found Aunt Joan’s birth certificate, tucked away among the family papers where we missed it the first time. Heck, she even found Joan’s mother’s birth certificate, vintage 1886.
So take that, you nasty, surly, obstructive little paper-pusher in the Plainfield Bureau of Vital Statistics! Fooey, in your general direction! We’ve got it anyway, and now we can proceed with arranging Joan’s continued care.
Thank you, Lord!