Today is Groundhog Day.
Staten Island Chuck was hauled out of his burrow and predicted that spring is on the way. Nice!
Punxsutawney Phil, who lives much closer to here, saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter. Shit.
As I was wondering which rodent oracle to believe, I found some groundhog-shaped cookies in a Cleveland coffee shop. Awesome, I thought. This ought to be good for some local divination. I'll get one and name it Cleveland Cookie! Maybe it means there will be an early spring.
I bought a cookie and headed out the door. Immediately afterward, I involuntarily skated down a giant ice patch that was the result of the melting and refreezing of January's 41 inches of snow. (This January was the second snowiest month ever in Cleveland records, which go back to 1870.) I went splat on the pavement. In the carnage, Cleveland Cookie was beheaded. So, uh, does that mean spring will never come? Eek.
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Have you seen the video of SI Chuck biting hizzoner? Serves him right for taunting the beast & literally taking food out of his mouth. I could draw a parallel with Bloomberg's social welfare policy here, but it would be too easy.
if you can survive an east side cleveland winter than a groundhog cookie can survive decapitation
sorry about writing 'than' instead of 'then' i'm tired.
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