Somehow, I missed Groundhog's Day.
I always count the days until Groundhog's Day and throw a big party. My partygoers and I stay up all night and then have a champagne toast when Punxsutawney Phil makes his prediction.
Okay, so that's all a lie. I'm too lazy to throw such a party.
But normally, I do know when Groundhog's Day rolls around. Normally, I hear something on the news. But I must have been totally zoned out that morning.
When I heard Phil's prediction was "six more weeks of winter," all I could think about is the sixty and seventy degree weather we've had these last few months.
All I could think was "What winter?"