The barometric pressure is dropping, there’s a cold front moving in from the North, and snot has frozen in my nose. Yes, I think it’s cold enough for me.
Why do complete strangers feel the need to ask me for a weather report? I just want to smack them in the head and say, “look around!” Obviously, no one in the U.S. or Canada feels that they can trust a trained meteorologist for an accurate forecast. Hence, we celebrate Groundhog Day.
It is on this day that Punxsutawney Phil will emerge from his burrow in Pennsylvania and predict the coming of spring. I’m curious as to how Phil, who has no calendar or alarm clock, knows that February 2 is his appointed show time. Do the good folks of Pennsylvania gently coax the little rodent out with a cattle prod? Does PETA know about this? Is it possible to fit the address, Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania on a standard number 10 envelope?
I’m kind of a wienie about the cold, so four years ago I took my aging anatomy and moved to South Carolina. Motto: Kind of like Florida, but without the hordes of angry mosquitoes. (Caution: double entendre ahead!) For those of you who are proud of your huge mosquitoes, remember that size doesn’t matter. The little guys can poke you just as hard. (Behave yourselves!)
But I digress.
I’m sorry for you folks around Chicago who are being blasted by the worst blizzard in recorded history. If it makes you feel any better, yours truly has to suffer through a little chilly weather too. I’ll leave it to you to check the weather channel, but just know that I have to put a robe over my underwear to go outside.
Whether you believe in it or not, the groundhog will have his say again this year. Personally, if someone poked me with a cattle prod, I’d leap back into my hole as six-week winter revenge. I’m thinking that we should change the holiday into Chipmunk Day. The little fellows are much more forgiving, and they love to hang out with nuts.
I find your tags for this post most interesting…
When I tweeted a link to it, I included #writing ’cause, to this humble mosquito, your a writer and a damn good one.
That’s so sweet! Thank you for the compliment.
Hey! Did you plagarize this from a blog written by Joan Oliver Emmer?????
I don’t know what you’re talking about – no speaky English. 🙂
Seen this over at Joan’s place. Yep, still funny! Mr Zoltai knows what he’s talking about!
The weather people were fooling us again.
Just as a precaution, they cancelled all the buses and even some of the schools in the Toronto area were closed…you know, just in case. Just in case of what? I remember being 5 or 6 years old, making it through crotch deep snow, and the buses still friggin’ ran.
And, that’s why we have Groundhog day…that was funny!
And, I will most definitely agree that you are a VERY WONDERFUL writer.
BTW, I also agree that we should use chipmunks…they are just way cuter…
Thanks, Beth. Back in my day, they had these things called “chains.” On snowy days, the buses chained up and hit the road. No excuses.
Chipmunks are evil and bathrobes are for sissies. That’s all we have to say.
For the most part, weathermen (and weatherwomen) are cowardly simps who scream in horror that WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE at the slightest trace of a snowflake.
Having brooded on and analyzed this for several days, I have come to the conclusion that you spelled “weenie” incorrectly.