Why does a groundhog get a day? They don’t snuggle on your lap, majestically soar in the air, or know sign language!
If a groundhog named Phil gets a day, I get one too.
Dannie Day. And it’s gonna be way, way better than Phil’s day.
There are only two ways to recognize Groundhog Day.
Google if the little guy saw his shadow, or watch the movie.
(Do it. It’s a flippin’ classic.)
So, on Tuesday, he saw it.
So blah blah blah winter isn’t ending for at least 6 weeks, which we all know is more like 16.
Since 1886 they’ve been “summoning up” a groundhog from a tree stump
(I have SO many questions about that phrase alone).
How does one summon a rodent?
Why does he live in a tree stump?
What about the groundhog under my deck?
What about his shadow?
When he dies, how do they get the new guy
to live in the same tree stump?
How do they know he’s even gonna be home to summon?
This year, he saw it. Which would be depressing, if he was always, or even usually right.
Less than 40% of the time he’s KINDA right. Ish.
Cause, shocker alert!
Rodents and their shadows have zero to do with, really anything at all.
My favorite part of researching for this blog is learning that the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club insists he’s never been wrong.
Never.
Like, EVER.
They don’t even try to back it up with “facts” or “history” or even a stack of Post-it notes that they jot down on each year to remember if he hit the mark.
So if Punxsutawney Phil can do it, so can I.
My day, my rules.
Winter is ending two weeks from tomorrow.
Omicron and Delta are leaving with it.
Carbs and sweets will no longer be fattening.
And dog parties are now a real thing.
So, get those tank tops, Daisy Dukes and Birkenstocks out of the attic! Get all your friends and THEIR friends to come over, fill the pool, whip out the blender, and have a margarita party.
With pasta salad and profiteroles as far as they eye can see.
