Happy Anniversary Mitchieville – Happy New Year – Happy Birthday Clare – Happy Everything To Everyone
Another year has come and gone, The Mayor has grown another inch (vertically), and each and every one of us is a better person. That’s all true. You folk are something special. By the by, that was a compliment, not an insult. As in, you are special in a positive sense, not in the sense where you are given the best parking spots at malls. Although some of you may very well get those kickin’ spots, The Mayor doesn’t and can’t know everything.
Believe it or not (and why wouldn’t you believe it?), Mitchieville turns 9 today. We have gone through eight full years now – and with those eight full years, we have seen over 19,000 posts go out the door, over 140,000 comments lodged, and well over 5 million visitors to these parts. And what does all that get us? Forth funniest blog in Canada in a blogging competition, right behind Sarah’s Yarn Blog.
To be fair though, Sarah is one pretty funny broad.
Thank you each and every Mitchievillian for coming back here every day, or once a week, or as a dare, or however you got here. Fenris and I appreciate your support (we wish it was your financial support, but Fenris and The Mayor learned long ago that 99.9% of Mitchievillians are Scottish when it comes to charity and finances).
Eight years? Damn, that can’t be right. Eight years is nearly nine years, which is close to a decade. Oh well. We’re growing old together, and that makes The Mayor proud. Well, maybe not proud, maybe the word The Mayor is looking for is happy. Nope, that’s not it either. Why is The Mayor crying? He’s crying but he’s not happy or proud. Hmmmm, his tears taste like chicken.
Tomorrow is a new year, and The Mayor can certainly speak for everyone when he says good riddance to 2012 – the year of the suck this.
2012 really was a colossal piece of crap. Other than The Mayor’s smile and his wardrobe, nothing got even slightly better in 2012. Nothing. It was trash. Everything was wrong about 2012, including the prediction by those lazy Mayan’s. It’s no wonder they got wiped out, people can’t stand other people being wrong all the time. Probably some other tribe got fed up with the Mayan’s and their stupid shit that they wiped them off the face of the earth. Serves them right.
It’s Clare’s birthday today. Yup, she turns 4. That’s something that is going to take a few days for The Mayor to wrap his head around. At last count, The Mayor’s children are aged 18, 16, and now 4. And those are just the legitimate one’s.
Clare has been a real blessing in The Mayor’s life. She’s a wonderful little girl. Funny, smart, doesn’t eat a whole ton which saves The Mayor a good bit of money every month. But even if she ate like a little pig, The Mayor wouldn’t care because Clare has brought The Mayor more joy into his life than he deserves.
That’s pretty much it, time to go back upstairs and pour another tumbler of top-shelf rye. That’s how The Mayor intends to bring in 2013 – through bloodshot eyes.
Happy everything, everyone. May your 2013 be prosperous.