Phew... (1)

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...or, "Praise the Lord and pass the ammuntion!" as my pastor would have said. So Mom took me to the bank after her latest blood test today (that's another post) and I took the paper the gal had given me to the teller (different one this time) and explained what I needed the bank statement for and that the one I'd been given wasn't sufficient. So, he said that he had to call somebody and have them fax one over. I waited a while, and then he had it, and it even looked better than the last "statement" they had given me. When we got home, I called the Edward Jones lady and described to her what I'd been given, and she said it sounded good, so I stuck it in and envelope and slapped it on the mailbox. One thing down...