It is. The Day of the Groundhog. And our favorite furry prognosticator has forseen a continuation of winter. Some mourn. I must confess I’d like another flake or two of snow.
But friends are posting hateful #notmygroundhog posts on social media. It is their right to protest and my right to pray for snow.
Last weekend, in anticipation of today’s festivities, and actually AS today’s festivities a couple of days early, we watched Groundhog Day with Bill Murray. It’s a classic and I love it and, minus one scene, it’s fairly family friendly.
And it makes me want to make the most of every day I have. And love people. And find joy in small things. And listen to Sonny and Cher.
So, last night I purchased the MP3 of “I Got You Babe” and edited it to start at the same place where it starts on the alarm clock on the movie. I set it as my phone alarm for this morning, a feat for which I didn’t get nearly enough hilarity points from tired Dan.
Then I took the phone into Laylee and Magoo’s rooms and played the song to wake them up for middle school at 6:15am. Laylee gave me a small smile. Magoo begged me to turn it off. It was super festive. And will be repeated yearly until such time as said offspring remove themselves from my home.
Enjoy your extra six weeks of winter. #zacklymygroundhog