What the hell is that supposed to mean? Sometimes song lyrics are so freaking obscure they become parodies of themselves.
Not that I would have done that back in the day when I fancied myself a musician.
Sigh. Lo those long ago days.
Anyway. Wassup? Saturday morning. Groundhog day. It is obvious from where I sit in relation to Punxatawny Pennsylvania that Phil the Rodent did not see his shadow. So that means an early Spring. And I am all for that piece of news. We have had a pretty mild winter precipitation wise here. Though we did get a ton of rain Friday, and into Friday night. We have just been lacking in the snow department.
I am not unhappy about that. My daily commute to work involves driving over hill and dale, through farmers fields to get to my place of employment. I like having dry roads to drive on. Makes my life that much easier.
Keep your eye on the commercials for the Stupor Bowl so that we can talk about what you liked, and didn’t .
Gotta scoot.
Namaste.
