I have never understood Groundhog Day. What a bizarre tradition that just keeps on going, energizer-bunny style. Men in top hats messing with a large rodent in front of dozens of television cameras? Every radio station and website and television show reporting that the groundhog saw his shadow like any of us care? Who are we reporting this for? Every news person involved seems to be rolling their eyes, everyone watching seems to be rolling their eyes, and yet we keep doing it. NEWS FLASH: With all of those television cameras? I guarantee he sees his shadow, and also he hates us all. I heard lately that PETA wants them to use a mechanical groundhog, since it is unhealthy to wake any animal during hibernation just to ask him if he sees his shadow or not. That I might actually care about. Especially if someone could make the robot groundhog flip us all off when they wake it up.
Okay, I have to interrupt this very important post about groundhogs (shut up) because I just burped a CLOUD of cinnamon dust out of my nose, and I just cannot let something like that happen without telling someone. I take cinnamon capsule pills, among other vitamins, and this morning it seems it dissolved up in my throat somewhere so when I burped (fifteen minutes after taking the pill) a no-shit CLOUD of cinnamon came out of my nose. Aren't you glad I have a blog so I can update you all on such interesting developments?
I don't know how I could possibly top that, so I will leave you with a picture of my new Jumbo Cat: Now With More Tubby.
Who you callin' tubby? I ARE CUTE.
