Apparently there is a mad man running around my neighborhood. Awesome.
I made Timmy check the garage and kept the doors locked all night while he was out. And made sure not to wear brush my virginal hair by my bedroom window - that's how the nutters get you, one moment you are lounging in your white babydoll night gown contemplating your virginity and the next BLOODBATH!
I think the possibility of a nut choosing my house to crazy at is slim, but I am not taking my chances.
Okay, Punxsutawney Phil said we'd have six more weeks of winter. And I might have a chance at enjoying a good snow. I am not asking for a blizzard here, Phil, just a good powder of 8-10 inches. Something to quiet the out of doors and make me sigh from my living room window. But no, home on my lunch I find undeniable proof that spring will be here sooner than later.
F' you, Punxsutawney Phil. You lied to me, you fuzzy bastard.