Yesterday was Groundhog Day, which explains my craving for sausage. So they poke Punxsutawney Phil with a stick, he waddles out of his “burrow”, stretches, scratched and looks around. Lo! A shadow! And there’s six more weeks of Winter. The bastard.
On the other hand, the Official Groundhog of Ohio, Buckeye Chuck, nary a shadow did see. So Spring will show up in about a month and a half.
-Rue.
Six more weeks of winter, my sweet patootie. It’s going to be 70 degrees in Charleston today.
Of course, it’s going to be in the 40s on Friday. We usually have a manic-depression kind of winter here. One day it’s cold, the next day you wear shorts. Such is life.
According to General Beauregard Lee or whatever the heck they call that rodent at Stone Mountain Park, Winter is on the way out. Oh and mid 70s here today, but down to the 50s by Friday. Winter has exactly two more weeks to act up round these parts. By February 17th I wanna see stuff budding out. This is just a general reminder to Winter that it has two weeks to vacate.
Well, Rue, we’re supposed to get near 60 F today, then snow and cold tomorrow. Sounds like six more weeks of psychosis round our parts. And what’s that varmint say about the weather on Feb 15?
I think if you desecrate the vessel that is Phil, you are doomed to re-live that day over and over and over until you become a better person welby. You go first.