As promised, a quickie...
Today is Groundhog's Day.
I hate that $%&# groundhog*. I hate him because he never tells me what I want to hear.
I want him to tell me spring is a'comin'...like tomorrow. But no. All I ever get is "6 more weeks of winter." I hate that hog.
I spent 20 minutes of my meeting today not focused on how Democratization in Korea affects the Economy...but wondering to myself which side of my apartment complex's pool deck gets the best sun, and thinking I should scope that out soon so I can be sure to maximize my time this summer... When I snapped back to I looked around the room and saw that at least 10 others were glazed over from the tryptophan in their turkey sandwiches...so I checked back out and had a lovely day dream involving me, the sun, and the latest installment of Bon Apetit Magazine...
Sigh...
What is it about the word "February" that just gets a girl depressed?
*Note: Blame Grandpa.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Groundhog's Day...
Posted by Amanda Lynn, to be exact at 6:07 PM
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3 comments:
"I hate that hog" equals my new Grounghog Day mantra. Thank you.
Can I get an amen? Shooo. It's time for some sun in this world. And as a side note to the universe, I would prefer sun without "red alert" inversion.
Is that all you could think to write about on the greatly maligned and misunderstood Groundhog Day? It does have its upside you know;o)
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