If you don't believe me, bring up this, this or this in my presence and I guarantee an ALL CAPS response.
While my devotion can at times become--what's the word? oh yes--OBSESSIVE, I am not one to jump on just any trend train (see my overall disinterest in this, this and this--and yes, I realize that confession just ruined some friendships).
At any rate, this quality is certainly not new.
Many years ago, pre-Scranton and even pre-DiCaprio, I spent many a day curled up on the couch pouring over pages full of my favorite group of friends and their adventures in Stoneybrook, CT (it's not a real place, I checked...and even tried to call the number on the back of the books once...OH LIKE YOU NEVER WONDERED!).
I laughed with them. I cried with them. I changed my handwriting to be more like my favorite one. I even co-founded a local chapter to have a club just like theirs (with other REAL PEOPLE thankyouverymuch).
I could go on, but I'd like to keep what's left of my pride, so instead I leave you simply with this.
And a big YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
--And also to say, ummm, Ann M. Martin, if you're reading this, I still have your signed picture tucked safely behind my yet-to-be-returned fan letter to Leo.