I’ve had it with that damn groundhog. Winter is over…winter lingers on. I have sunburn on my nose from this weekend and wool socks pulled up to my navel because it’s below freezing again.
So Punxatawney Phil can kiss a goat’s butt as far as I’m concerned. Let’s all spend a few minutes basking in the warmth of this picture of my nephew, Garrett. Could anything say “SPRING” like a baby goat’s butt?
What do you think this predicts?