Molly and Mick Jump the Shark

No doubt you’ve heard the phrase before. Here’s a definition from the “Urban Dictionary”:

“A term to describe the moment when something that was once great  has reached a point where it will now decline in quality and popularity.

Origin of this phrase comes from a Happy Days episode where the Fonz jumps a shark on water skis.”

We can all think of that moment, and often they are only seen in the rear view mirror:

For Blockbuster, it was the advent of Netflix.

For the record industry it was the I-Pod.

For Rick Perry, it was the day he got into the GOP Presidential race.

For the Office it was Jim and Pam’s wedding.

Well folks, after some deliberation, both before and after having some thrilling wake up sex this morning, Molly and Mick have concluded that UCTMW officially jumped the shark with Home Cuming weekend. 

It was a thrill. It was pressing any number of boundaries for us. But it also created a security risk that probably requires us to close down shop here, at least for a while.

And, quite frankly, we can’t figure anyway to one up ourselves after those three “episodes”.

Yikes.   

What a weekend.

And maybe it's time.

The purpose of the blog, and the contract it arose from, was to cement Mistress’s sense of security and trust with her Slave.

That Mission seems to have been accomplished. We are both in a good, happy and trusting place together.

And some new adventures await that will clearly sap some of our blogging time over the next few months: Mistress starts a new career phase in about 10 days. No doubt the hours will be longer and the tasks more challenging until she gets her arms around this new opportunity.

For Mick…. Well we are already deep into the next election cycle, and that will be taking more of my mental and physical energy, as well as keeping my day job viable.

So maybe we should count on spending a little more time in bed together in the mornings, and a little less time at the key board.

Of course, the Contract remains in effect.

“You will still be my Slave, won’t you?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Don’t worry. We won’t disappear altogether.  You will still be getting our comments on your blogs. And maybe we can finally persuade our Senior Correspondent to do a “spin off” that the rest of you can follow.  She can be the Rhoda to Mary Tyler Moore. Or something.

WC and B are still invited to visit us in our Mountain Branch office. (Any bets on whether they will ever make it?)

Who knows, when the dust settles here, there could by a new version of UCTMW – in some other guise or name – to pick up where we left off.   You will be among the first to know all about it.

So after nearly 2 years (we started mid-November 2009) of (just about) daily entries, and more than 450,000 accumulated page views:

“Say goodnight, Mick.”

Say goodnight, Molly.”