I am notorious for letter writing. I don't mean I send a lot in the mail (though I am beast at that), I mean I often talk to inanimate, unreal, or distant things and tell them my feelings in letter format ("dear.........love, Bella").
That being explained, here are some of my feelings today.
ARE YOU EVEN KIDDING ME?
Really? I don't know if you've looked outside lately, oh ground dwelling animal called "Phil," but there is 4 feet of snow in my backyard. Maybe in PA where you are it is lovely and warm, but here? Not so. School is canceled today. And was yesterday. Maybe tomorrow as well. I think you know even less about weather than the weathermen.
Hey, maybe I am wrong. I just cannot see spring anywhere in sight. Forget spring, I cannot even see THE GROUND!
Thanks for your prediction, but...go back to bed. You crazy.
Dear Handlers and Interpreters of Punxsutawney Phil,
How do you know what the groundhog sees and does not see?
Where did you go to school to learn to interpret the inner thoughts of rodents?
Dear Germans who came up with this tradition,
Ummm...what were you on when you thought it was a good idea
to ask fat, hibernating mammals about the weather situation?
Dear Al Gore and anyone who is concerned about global warming,
There is nothing for me to even say to you.
Go sit in a snowbank and think about it.
Despite my doubts, I really, really, really do hope you show up soon.
I am sick of snow. I am sick of it getting in the way of my life.
I am sick of everything being canceled. And I'm cold.
While I don't have much faith in groundhogs, I do have faith in God
and I really hopes He brings some spring soon! Please.