We've always been amazed at how similar all four girls in my family write just like my mother. Big brother wrote like...um...himself. Dad had the most beautiful handwriting for a man that I have ever seen. Even to this day it amazes me to see old notes from him. And, he wasn't even Catholic (they stress perfect penmanship...for those who didn't know that...stressed it with a ruler on the knuckles even), but I digress!

In all honesty...I never had a reason to forge my parent's signature. I could have done my Mom's, but would NEVER attempt my Dad's...it was too perfect and pretty! Not that I was a goody two shoes or anything...but I just gave them the note and took the punishment if one was deemed.

And better than that, when I was 18 (18 in Feb...graduated high school in June) I could write my own notes for ANYTHING I wanted to excuse myself from. I was "of legal age" in the state of N.J. in 1976! LMFAO! I got writer's cramp that year...which I am sure lead to my carpal tunnel syndrome now!

See what I mean about karma??????

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