I guess it could be worse. I could have been this lucky girl who's getting a wedding proposal on Groundhog Day. Some girls want flowers. Some want romance. Some girls want to be surrounded by thousands of freezing idiots, grown men in top hats who believe in an understood language with groundhogs, a guy in a 7 foot groundhog costume, and the smell of groundhog turds lingering in the air.
Doesn't this furry bastard always see his shadow??? As if I need the buck-toothed prognosticator to tell me we're going to see more winter. When I go outside, and it's so cold I can practically cut glass, I have a pretty good idea that winter is upon us, and not going away anytime soon.
I guess it gives an entirely new spin to Gobbler's Knob.