Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, 2011

Without a doubt, 2011 had some sucky elements. Both my basement and my gall bladder tried to kill me. My father-in-law passed away. My ovaries were declared Failures.

But, I also got a wicked job with co-workers that I love. Alfred got a Day Job, so we’re on the same schedule and no longer have to communicate an entire day’s worth of angst in the 20 minutes before he starts an evening shift. I discovered a new passion in roller derby.

So how bad can an upcoming year that an ancient and mystical race prophesized would be the End of the World be?

Bring it on, Mayans.