Wednesday, April 17, 2013

That Fucking Groundhog Should be Shot

I just woke up to two inches of new snow; I am so over this winter bullshit.

I have a prom to photograph this weekend.

My daffodils are holding up, but the tulips have yet to bloom, so the chance of having a flowerbed full of color for the a photo backdrop is looking less and less likely. And, you know, I'm disinclined to pose the girls in snow that rivals the height of their heels.

My son will be traveling over the most treacherous pass in the state on Friday, and, he's doing it without me. Sure, he will be in the care of a parent whom I trust completely, but; read the part about the most treacherous pass in the state and try to tell me not to worry.

I have a closet full of really cute sandals that I would really like to start wearing to work and my winter wardrobe is starting to grate on my last nerve.

In short, I am really, really tired of winter and ready for a change. We can start with hiring a new groundhog; one that doesn't get our hopes up with a prediction of an early spring when he knows damn good and well that we are going to be freezing our asses off in April.

Little bastard.

1 comment:

Brian said...

Since I am MUCH closer to Pennsylvania than you are, I would be happy to take that little bastard Phil out for you. In lieu of actually travelling south to PA, I may just substitute one of the little veggie munchers hiding out under my garden shed instead. Either way - one (or more) fewer ground hogs in the world can't be a bad thing.