Happy Groundhog Day

Personally I hope the little bastard sees his shadow.
I want six more weeks of the coldest, snowiest, iciest winter on record.
Yes, I realize this will cause considerable griping, bitching, and threats to decamp back to Florida from the distaff side of the family, whose flight back from the Land of Sunshine lands back in frozen Indy tomorrow night. But I am willing to put up with that so I can keep tweaking Al Gore until spring.
UPDATE: Dig it.
Al, if it snows again, I’m in the book, just give me a jingle and we’ll set up that snow-shoveling gig for you.