Since the son has to be at work early in the morning, we are breaking our long-standing tradition of watching Ground Hog Day on Ground Hog Day. Momentarily I shall be slipping into the flannel jammies and tucking myself into my big, comfy chair to continue with my Hunger Games marathon. It's not really a marathon when you watch only one movie per night, but a girl can tolerate only so much dystopian nightmarish death and sadness in one evening. In other news, the real Phil up in Punxsutawny didn't see his shadow earlier today meaning Spring shall arrive early this year. Or on time. At least by the calendar it will be on time. According to Phil. Whatever the weather, be sure to dress appropriately.
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