This evening, I see on the local news we can expect another 6-10 inches of global warming tomorrow and Wednesday. (Allow me to point out that these same folks told us to expect 8-13 inches this past weekend. The total snowfall actually exceeded over twenty inches. Hope there's not a pattern I should be aware of...)
Anyway, in my last post about good ol' Phil, I said that every year someone or other tries to drag me to this rat-watching event. For fun. Riiight. Because standing outside in Pennsylvania at 4am in February is fun.
Next year, I'm going.
Oh-ho-ho, yes... I'm going.
Here's Phil in all his fat, furry glory. Take a good look. Good enough to last ya.
You see, I'm upset. I hold ol' fat Phil accountable for this "Snowmageddon" experience.
I've been plotting, and planning... and Googling.
And I've found a recipe for Groundhog Pot Roast.
Gonna fix ol' Phil, so I am.
With biscuits.
3 comments:
I don't think you can be charged in any way for plotting the demise of a groundhog.
Just don't end up like this...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5yCwN7wymc
Dude...sweet . Groundhog Stew. That's what I'm talking about.
One of the only college experiences in which I never participated at Penn State was the annual trek to Punxsutawney. I just couldn't for the life of me understand the appeal. And you know me, I'm pretty much up for drinking anywhere .
I'm predicting another 14 here in Jersey. Thanks Phil!
A fatwa on a fat rodent? But he looks just like Dave Letterman in his youth.
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