I’m pretty sure it will be a big, foreboding, dark SHADOW!
He always sees his shadow.
There’s no way that sniveling little furball is going to take responsibility for getting our hopes up about digging our flip flops and capris out of the depths of our closets by mid March.
Especially when there’s still two feet of snow on the ground and a hovering cloud of toxic inversion that makes breathing deeply in a construction site port-o-pot seem healthful.
On the other hand, my motivation to actually start my new year’s resolution about eating habits has been embarrassingly slack, so I could probably use a few extra weeks to hide under bulky winter wear.
In fact, since I’ll be so depressed about Punxsutawney Phil’s weather forecast I think I’ll celebrate Groundhaagendazs Day.