I just completed my fourth Groundhog Day pilgrimage to Gobbler’s Knob of sunny Punxsutawney, PA. Sensation is only now returning to my toes. Phil sends his love.
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Here in snow-buried New England, I hate that stinkin’ groundhog.
We’ve had like 500 inches of snow that won’t melt and we are expecting another inch or so tonight.
So screw you ground hog! You suck! I don’t care what you say, it’s going to snow like crazy here and the parking nazis are going to toss out my upside down garbage can so that I can’t save the space I shovelled out and I’m going to fall down every time I get in my truck and…
SCREW YOU GROUNDHOG!!|!!!
Here she is in the shirt. Her little kitty is covering up some of the logo though.
Thilly, that meanth thix more weekth of being Thor.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
Greetings from the sunny Southwest.
That seriously requires retaliation.
You will be punished. I hope you get the worst sun burn EVER.
There’s some glare off the sand out there today. I think I’ll change into a sleeveless top and denim miniskirt when I get home and go for a nice walk in the park. Maybe have a picnic.
Feb. 2nd is both my brother’s and my mother-in-law’s birthday. I sent them cards.
And it’s currently almost comfortable outside without a coat. Phil can go pound sand. 
Robin