Happy Groundhog’s Day, everyone!
I know, I know, I should be saying Happy Holidays. But for me, this annual season of crap, I mean cheer, is always the same. And unlike the sweet movie, where Bill Murray finally figures out the perfect day, I just can’t seem to get it right.
In my movie, Punxsutawney Phil would stick his head out of the hole, see what’s going on outside and say, “Oh hell no! I’m not going out there!” And then, as he would retreat underground, (until late Summer), Tiny Tim would hobble up to me, hit me in the shin with his cane, and tell me to go fuck myself.
Yes, it’s a wonderful life, indeed.
