[email to: Senior staff
cc: Margaret]

Just a quick reminder -

I'm in the WH right now, and won't be making it up to Camp David until later this week sometime, if at all. If there's anything pressing, call my cell.

-Leo

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I can't help but think this is going to be a complete mess.

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[email to Mallory]

Mal -

Want to get lunch next weekend? Just the two of us, maybe go out somewhere? Let me know.

Love,
Dad

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Send over some agents for Brad, let them take a few baseball bats along. How could I know what they'd do with them. The president may have been onto something with that dungeon idea.

Shut it, Leo. At least she's happy. His ass better be glued to that couch.

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All I can say is, both Jed Bartlet and the fate of the free world can bite me. Just one freaking dinner.

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[flocked to Margaret]

Margaret - I'm going to Mal's this Saturday. Clear my schedule from seven PM on, would you?

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It's been a little over a month since I last posted here, and Margaret's finally caught on. I had things to do, and so does she, and yet here she is, looking over my shoulder as I type this. Apparently, this is my promise to her to post more often, because, as she puts it, taking my aggressions out on an inanimate, cyber diary is a far greater ( Read more... )

I love my daughter.

Really.

But if she doesn't stop singing hymns in Latin? I think I may do something drastic.

Mallory, please, wait until we get to the church.