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Proud Daddy Moment

My girls received their school reports this afternoon. Dana told me to read Dassi's with my sunglasses on. She wasn't kidding - it was glowing.

Tali's and Michal's were nearly as strong.
Jeez, I never got reports like that.

Well done girls, you've made your old man very very very proud.

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I'm not even supposed to be here today said…
Congrats, dad! And good job girls! My daughter gets excellent grades but bad commments...

"socializing interferes with potential - A" How can you make that commments if he's getting an A??

Take the girls out for ice cream!

(p.s. you never explained why you thought I was divorced...)
Saturday, 16 July, 2005
The Scribbler said…
I thought you were divorced because you talked about your ex-husband? (or am I misreading that?)
Sunday, 17 July, 2005
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