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By Julie
Today I got one of the limpest, clammiest handshakes ever from a fellow whose reputation had preceded him, and not in a good way. He could have redeemed himself quite a bit in my eyes by giving me a decent handshake, but no, he couldn't even manage that. It's the kind of handshake that reminds me why I married a real man.
See, aside from warm and firm handshakes, another characteristic I admire about real men is they don't hesitate when asked to go to the store to buy pregnancy tests or Maxi-Pads for their significant others. But even I have to admit that among things that I've asked Kevin to get from the store for me, this most recent trip to Target really took the cake. Because Ana had kept her Pull-Ups dry for weeks, I had promised her that she could have new big girl undies, and the guilt of not having made good on my promise was eating at me. So, yes, I asked Kevin to go to Target to buy underwear for Ana, and the man came through with flying colors. Ana was THRILLED beyond words with her new Hasbro Littlest Pet Shop undies that Daddy picked out for her. She liked the Hello Kitty undies almost as much. Daddy got mucho kisses from the wife and the big girl that evening. By the way, I updated our front page: 
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