Sucks To Be You, 2011
I keep running across blog posts and tweets and articles summarizing last year, all of which can be condensed into three words:
2011 Totally Sucked.
That's pretty much my assessment, too.
Having lived through far more difficult times, I can't say that 2011 was my Worst. Year. Ever… but…… it definitely ranks in the top five, possibly the top three, at least in terms of stress and annoyances and situations going sideways.
Seeing how we experienced nearly three hundred and sixty-five days of illness (both of human and pet variety..including but not limited to 7 ER visits, a week in a hospital, 4 MRIs, one dislocated shoulder, 2 broken ribs and a concussion in a pear tree), professional catastrophes (oh, hi, job that doesn’t let you take a day of vacation from October to March), and overall worst case scenarios (car totaled, insurance problems, my dog I've had since 3rd grade died), I planned to ignore the holidays and start fresh in January.
I decided I'd skip decorating/baking/shopping/
I was resolved.
Jared was not.
I'm not sure how, exactly, but he somehow morphed into the unholy love child of Martha Stewart and Clark W. Griswold, playing the Bing Crosby Christmas channel 24/7 while slapping LED lights, garland, and glitter on every item in his home that didn't move.
Like I said, I have no idea how he did it, but I sure do appreciate him taking the crap-tasticnes of 2011 and turning into a joyful experience.
So what I'm saying, 2012, is that Jared is running the show now so you'd better represent.
Or this guy's going to go all 2011 on your asses.
(Full of Christmas spirit or batshit crazy? 2012, I wouldn't take my chances if I were you.)
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