Yep, that damn groundhog says more winter.
Maybe I should think of this as a blessing - my kids can ski longer on their season passes. Gotta get them really good at something, so they can support me when I'm really, really old. I'm thinking by the time I turn 39.
One interesting tidbit about Mr. Punxsutawney Phil? Is where he lives. Did you ever catch a gander at the name of his little house?
As I wiped up the coffee I spit all over my keyboard, I couldn't stop thinking...
I'll gobble Phil's knob.
knob nom nom nom.
Now I can't get it out of my head.
Stupid groundhog's day