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Well, 2012, you are --as they say -- toast.
Forced to relinquishpower to your next in line and direct descendant--2013, you are little morethan a crumpled calendar page in my wastebasket and a heavy heart full of memories.

Nobody's favorite couple.

I don’t mean to implyyou were all bad. 
You did show amischievous side at times by taking down a decorated general and a revered cyclist,allowing Lindsay Lohan to portray Elizabeth Taylor in a movie, bringing Kim Kardashianand Kanye West -- two people who totally deserve one another -- together,watching K-Stew cheat on R-Pat and luring Anderson Cooper out of the closet. 

Ouch.

Let'snot overlook how you kept Prince Charles off the throne yet again, entrancedmillions of women with a trilogy of books about sado-masochism, causing them towonder why their own husbands have yet to install sex swings next to the FisherPrice “Grow with Me” Kitchen in the family room.

Get well...and then get a haircut.

You chuckled as youdiscredited the Mayans, as the news media invented and drove us mad with theword "frankenstorm" and sat back as an America-hating flash-in-the-panrapper danced Gangnam style in the Whitehouse for the president who, by theway, you re-elected this year. 
You also gave Nancy Pelosi a new hair-do whileinexplicably continuing to allow Hillary Clinton to wear hers like an agingtransvestite in need of a make-over. Plus, you failed to keep John Boehner outof the self-tanner.
Unfortunately, once youchose to get serious, you left many scars and I wonder what you have to say foryourself in the wake of so much chaos and many tears.

Hurricane Sandy's aftermath.

You brought us bathsalts, cannibalism and Jerry Sandusky, wrought total havoc in the middle east,devalued our homes, denied rain to a huge swath of the country while sending HurricaneSandy our way, washing away the homes of thousands in the tri-state area.
You watched as sheerterror was unleashed in a multi-plex theater in Aurora, Colorado, by acrazy-like-a-fox madman left alive to enjoy three hot meals per day on thetaxpayer’s dime while twelve families grieve the loss of loved ones who committedno crime other than wanting to enjoy a movie with friends.

Far more than a local tragedy.

And then, 2012, you outdid yourself in Sandy Hook---finishing off with something unspeakable in ourvery own corner of the world which has now been joined by the nation if not theplanet to inconsolably mourn 26 angels, most of them not old enough to tietheir own shoes. What were you thinking, 2012? Can you explain yourself?

Got a problem with my sweater?

On a personal note, yousaid nothing as I ate too much salt, didn’t exercise and looked at far too manypictures of cats wearing sweaters instead of getting serious about the laundrylist of topics about which I should have become serious long ago.
And, yes, 2012, that wasme you saw in prayer last night. My head fuzzy from champagne and the warmth ofan evening with dear friends still around my shoulders, I suggested to God thateven though he has endowed and encouraged our free will that we might need alittle extra help with your younger sibling after the year we had with you. 

A marvelous diversion.

It'seasy to ask for help after royally screwing things up on this fragile littleblue marble we call home -- so beautiful from space as well as my back deck -- butwe could really use a little help down here.
So, 2012, don't let thedoor hit you on the way out. Season three of Downton Abbey begins next Sundayand while that’s definitely a good start, I would like to formally request that2013 be gentle and that we all have a happy, healthy, peaceful new year. “SusanSays…” sends you all love and warmest wishes.

Still a beauty.