Groundhogs are usually cute. However, this winter, I have taken a particular dislike to the one they call the “seer of seers, the prognosticator of prognoticators” – Mr. Punxsutawney Phil.
As we sit here and await the arrival of the fourth winter storm in two weeks, I have decided that Phil needs to apologize. He needs to bring his furry little groundhog butt out from is cozy little house and TAKE BACK his “six more weeks of winter” prediction! Because everyone knows that if you take something back, it makes it official.
So the ball is in your court, Phil. Give me an early spring, or else I’m coming for you… as soon as I put on all my snow clothes, shovel out the SUV for the ba-zillionth time, defrost my fingers and toes, plow my way down the driveway only to wait for them to open the road again, blah, blah, blah. Your dead to me, Phil.