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Freakin' groundhog

Six more weeks of winter. Greaaaaaaaaat.

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ayoub
Feb. 2nd, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.

;)
none_too_subtle
Feb. 2nd, 2009 01:25 pm (UTC)
They had a hard time waking him up this morning. lolol I don't know that I believe him this year, because of all the press that had lights shining on him. It could've been a false positive.

Forget that winter crap! =) I'm ready for some warmth.
ayoub
Feb. 2nd, 2009 04:07 pm (UTC)
LOL!

:D
none_too_subtle
Feb. 2nd, 2009 04:26 pm (UTC)
Heh.
bugtilaheh
Feb. 2nd, 2009 02:07 pm (UTC)
Ugh, any time someone writes/says "groundhog" I think of that awful movie Groundhog Day. :( I hate it because it repeats sooo many times.
none_too_subtle
Feb. 2nd, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
LOL! I kinda like it, but would never own that movie. :>
smacklyn
Feb. 2nd, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
Heh, I own at least one safe dvd...
none_too_subtle
Feb. 2nd, 2009 06:47 pm (UTC)
Two, if you own "Fargo". Ughhhh.
smacklyn
Feb. 2nd, 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
oh ya... want me to fix you some eggs?
none_too_subtle
Feb. 2nd, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
*screams*
jesusrock7
Feb. 3rd, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
It has been such a sunny weekend I knew it would happen.
none_too_subtle
Feb. 4th, 2009 04:43 pm (UTC)
It was 12 degrees here this morning. Ugh.
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