It’s that time again folks – so grab the funky purple button (what’s with that ham, anyway?), link up to Keely and play along with Random Tuesday Thoughts.
Today’s edition: The Annual Groundhog Rant.
So, here it is…February. My least favorite month of the year – for all sorts of reasons, but mostly because it’s going to be at least six weeks before I see the sun or any sign of life around here. No matter what the stupid groundhog says.
Because while it is PERPETUALLY GRAY here in my neck of the woods I imagine it’s sunny as all get-out in Puxatawney and I bet the rotten little buck-toothed rodent is dancing around going, “See? My shadow! It’s my shadow! Six more weeks of winter! Bwaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!”
Going a little crazy? Not at all. Why do you ask?
But Phil the Weatherman was right…it’s all the groundhog’s fault.
Puxatawney Phil needs to die.
I don’t care how well he drives for a quadruped.
Oh, PETA is going to be after me now. Have you heard? They want the organizers of Puxatawney’s Ground Hog Day Festival to replace Phil with a robot.
Does this organization not have one thinking member that looks at their press releases and says, “Hey, look guys – this is pretty damn stupid. Do we really want to publish this?”
No, I didn’t think so either.
Ah, well, at least we know what we’ll be watching this evening. I don’t think The Young One has ever seen Groundhog Day.
There I go again – I’m just racking up the votes for that Excellence in Parenting award that I know is just waiting for me somewhere.
“You want a prediction about the weather, you’re asking the wrong Phil. I’ll give you a winter prediction: It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be gray, and it’s gonna last you for the rest of your life.” — Phil the Weatherman
Have a lovely Groundhog Day, y’all.