I saw someone post on Instagram the other day a picture of himself with his fiancée captioned, “2022 is gonna be our year,” which is awkward, because around this household, we’ve been saying 2022 is going to be our year. So first of all, don’t go thinking 2022 belongs to you. It belongs to me. And Fargo. And the other residents of this duplex. We can include the guys next door and their dog, too. We like them. But we are not including the landlords.
There are other things we need to get straight as well. Let’s get to it.
1. It’s Called Twenty-Twenty-Stu
It doesn’t look good written out, and it looks even worse written out as 202-Stu, but you’re just going to have to deal with that, ok? Our year. Not yours. (Although now that I think of it maybe we could invite you along, as long as you make clear that you’re joining us and not vice versa.)
2. Number One Was All I Had, Actually
Nothing else to say. Our year.
#202S