Bad things happened. And some great things happened. Then in between those two extremes were a billion normal, everyday things that happened.
But that’s ok. Because I’m closing out that year. Buh-bye dog shit. My OG ‘Her et al.iens’ know my dad died in July. The hubster and I found him and for some reason, I see that picture in my brain, ever single day. I’m not sure if I’ll be sad or happy the first day that I don’t see that picture in my head. Or guilty.
But I digress. The year I lost my dad was also the year baby et al. started dance. The year sissy et al. started guitar and made the dance team. The year we took a big trip to Disney World. The year I discovered the wonderful world of ordering my groceries online and having them delivered. (Sadly that was a pretty big deal for me.)
Now I know everyones going to be posting all these positive, uplifting post and year in reviews on Facebook and everywhere else. You won’t see those here. So turn the channel if you wanted to see puppies frolicking on the beach or cats being scared by cucumbers (seriously, what’s the deal with those? It’s just a cucumber you psycho cats!)
But what if it’s ok to call 2015 a steaming pile of dog shit? Rock bottom is a launching pad for ‘up’. And while I admit that losing a parent isn’t rock bottom, it blows just nicely if I do say so myself.
I hate you ’15. I’m so glad there is no such thing as time traveling because I never have to deal with you again. No one likes numbers divisible by 5 plus you’re the year before a leap year (I assume that is the year equivalent of the middle child syndrome). If we were in high school together, I would have snubbed your a$$ and made the pukey face behind your back. Annnnnd you’re fat and you’re ugly. Peace. Deuces. Whatever else the kids are saying these days.
I’ve got grand plans for you 2016. Blog speaking: Deep Thoughts by Her et al. returns on the 8th of every month. And Self-promotion Saturday starts this weekend (so stay tuned and get your favorite post ready.)
And to close. Behold: 365 poop emojis dedicated to 2015 A summary of my 2015. 💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩 💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩