Overgrown Squirrel

I forgot yesterday was Groundhog's Day until I flipped by the movie of the same name while on the elliptical machine last night at the gym. We all know that the meterological predictions of overgrown squirrels are not of world importance. Or are they? If the groundhogs can start (reliably) predicting El Nino patterns, terrorism attacks, or the outcome of the SuperBowl (If I see my shadow and get scared, Manning will throw three touchdown passes. If I don't see my shadow, he'll throw FOUR), I will start heeding his advice.

For now, I will hunker down for another 84 weeks of winter because that's just what we get in Chicago. So happy belated Overgrown-Squirrel-Who-Can't-Even-Predict-El-Nino Day!