My good friend (and occasional Merengue partner) Tracy Lynn often calls me "H," which, I sort of like. So far she's the only one to do it. Maybe it will catch on. I used to have this dream of having a restaurant and nightclub side by side. The restaurant went through many different name changes (in my head), but the club was always called "Aitch," which is a more clever way of saing "H." The things we do.
Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised to see Hamish from the always entertaining newspaper comic Baby Blues has been going through something similar. (As always, click on the comic for a bigger view.)
Here Hamish is explaining to his dad what he now wants to be called.
This is actually the last in the sequence, sort of a reality check:
The second installment was my favorite. I think I'm going to start saying that from now on: "Hyperion would be annoyed at that comment; H just lets it slide."
1 comment:
Ok, H.
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