Time to Say Goodbye Winter!

Is that Phil's shadow, or is he just happy to see you Antoinette?

Ok campers, rise and shine and don't forget your booties because it's cold out there today. Well for many Americans, the big question on everybody's lips this week is not "what insightful piece of wisdom that only I know" should I post on Facebook or tweet, but rather will Punxsutawney Phil tell us we have six more weeks of winter, or is spring on the horizon. Well since we seem to live in a world of smart phones and stupid people, we are left to rely on an oversized rodent to guide us into the future. Hmm, if only the government and National Weather Service would consult P. Phil Diddy (that's his stage name) we'd figure out how to make America Great, get a handle on this year's global warming, and hopefully not get stuck inside having to suffer through 6 more weeks of Facebook intellectuals and 140 character twitter geniuses solving our problems. My suggestion is we uncork a bottle of whatever grape your heaven is, while cozying up to the fire, kanoodling, and rumpling the bedsheets, but hey, that's just me! Of course, one also has to be wary lest they wind up like Bill Murray and get stuck in auto repeat living the same day over and over which means you better be doing something you like. Imagine if you were the Patriots and you got stuck playing the Giants over and over for the Super Bowl instead of the Falcons...nightmare! If you're going to repeat a day, pick a day where you're drinking wine. And since you don't know what day that will be...yup, you guessed it...drink wine everyday and be sure to be doing something you like and brings you joy instead of angst, makes you stronger instead of weaker, and smarter instead of dumber. Perfect a skill like mastering the 12-6 curveball, fool proof pick up lines like "Are you Nobody, cuz Nobody's perfect" 😆, or learn a language of love like Italian while drinking expensive Barolos...don't worry, the bill will never come due! Prepare yourself for both America! Six more weeks of winter, or waking up forever to Sonny and Cher singing "...just put your little hand in mine, there ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb..."! In which case, always go to sleep with a bottle of the good stuff on the bedside table and don't worry,  "I got you babe!"