So long 2009. I’m not sorry to see you go.
You were rotten in a way that didn’t quite top 2006, the year of The Suck, but you were still unpleasant in more ways than one.
Listen up 2010, I have high expectations for you. You’re no imbecile, but my instructions for you are about as simplistic as the ones posted on that bottle of champagne up there at the top of the page. Be kind. Don’t kick folks when they are down. I’m sure you want to be remembered as “that year” that turned things around for people, instead of the one that haunts their past. You’ve got a chance to get this second decade of the century off on the right foot. I know I’m asking big things from you.
Yes, I’m going to do my part and change many of the habits and routines I’m stuck in, but you have to give back a little too.
So, 2010, let’s make a pact right now. You take care of your end of the bargain. I’ll do all I can on my end and maybe I won’t have to write smack about you at this time next year.
Happy New Year!!