It was 15 degrees in Gobbler's Knob when Punxsutawney Phil emerged from his burrow and reared his beady little head and declared: it sucks to not live in California.
Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today. - Phil Connors, Groundhog Day
Did you know: groundhog's day's roots lie in medieval European weather lore which utilized a badger instead. We don't need no stinkin' badgers.
Speaking of "no tomorrow": Today, apparently, my mathnasium gig was revoked because they couldn't deal with my little league commitments. Ce la vie. Back to the drawing board.
And finally, an editorial opinion: The quality of talent at the revered Hooters restaurant emporium has certain sagged declined in recent years. Once again, thanks to my lovely wife's non-job job, we were able to go out and celebrate Candlemas and my re-unemployment by enjoying some lunch and the scenery at our local Hooters. Despite the best efforts of Bianca, Rachel and Amberly, both the lunch and scenery were somewhat skanky.
Looking forward to losing myself in Lost tonight. What better way to finish an eventful Candlemas.
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