Day Father's Happy.

Yes. To answer your question about me becoming slightly obsessed with these characters. No. To answer your question about me being serious. You can't be serious when talking about Calvin and Hobbes. Ever. Forsooth!

I don't know why I put that. I think I just like that word. Plus, it sounds incredibly medieval, and I laugh uproariously at that stuff. Happy Father's Day to all and to all a great day!

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