The Winter Blues

I’ve never actually seen a groundhog so I’m not sure I truly believe they exist (kidding!), but if I ever do meet that dang groundhog who saw his shadow on February 2, 2012 in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, a place I’ve never been, I’m going to drop kick him to the next continent.


I mean, seriously, Mr. Groundhog? Did you have to see your shadow? Did you have to stick your nose in the air declaring 6 more weeks of winter? Did you have to cause my 60 degree January days to come to a screeching halt so they could turn into yucky, yucky cold February days? Did you really have to make it…snow?!?!





So…yeah…the white stuff was pretty. But, Mr. Groundhog! Seriously! I’m ready for Spring!


Although, I do really like to wear my rubb-ah boots.




Polka dots in the snow, yo. I love this picture so.


It’s the only thing keeping me sane Mr. Groundhog. The. Only. Thing. This picture…and bacon.