If 2020 was a marathon, we’d be at the point where we no longer care that we pooped in our pants a little at kilometre 31 because we can see someone waving a banana peel at the finish line.
There’s no other way to describe 2020 than completely f*cked.
I mean, we all did the best we could, but still – it’s hard not to feel knocked flat in a year where Tiger King was the second most horrifying thing about it. Think about how bonkers that is.
It wasn’t all bad though. We learned a new language. Just a year ago if I had told you “I didn’t want to ZOOM with anyone outside of my bubble until my maskne had cleared” – you would have stared at me blankly. Maybe thought it was a science fiction sex thing.
Of course if you are a dog, you are fully on board with an identical repeat of 2020. You will fondly look back on this as the year your owner finally remembered they owned a dog.
As we sit now, many of us around the world are in another complete lockdown, learning that a new strain of the virus has developed and (as if not to be outdone) – Netflix has agreed to purchase a second season of Tiger King.
But the one positive thing 2020 did do was to inspire me to plan something new and something fun. What I mean is, the entire focus of what I’m working on revolves around – fun. Your fun.
And deboning a chicken.
No it doesn’t, I don’t know why I said that.
This is my last post for the year 2020. Have a great holiday everyone. Betty and I will be partnering up for a Christmas dinner-for-two while the rest of my family does the same within their households. Betty might even be sleeping over so you can look forward to lots of Instagram stories if that ends up being the case.
I’ll see you on the other side of the finish line. For the love of God, watch out for the banana peel.