Monday, December 31, 2012

With a bang AND a whimper

Katie is miserably sick with a cold, alternating between fitfully dozing and screaming her lungs out, and it is looking to be a very, very long last night of 2012.  Which, for the record, is the herpetic sore on the story of my life.

Because I am facebook friends with various relatives and older, dignified people, I could not give 2012 the full sign off there that I wanted to, so without further ado, let me just say here:

2012?

GOOOOOOOOOOO

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK

YOURSELLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

in the ear.

with a rusty tent pole.

I will not miss you. I will not pine for you.  You are the worst, stupidest year ever.

The End.

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