Go back in your hole, little groundhog guy.

Would God roll in a whole storm just to make me rest and recover from a cold? Winter finally decided to come around, for the last four possible weeks. And now everyone is ready for it to be over. Save the ice for July. Give us the sniffly nose when we should be mowing lawns. I suppose there is a time for everything. Without dark we wouldn't know light, without hunger we wouldn't know satisfaction, and without cold we wouldn't know the bitter piercing pain in our little toes, I mean warmth. It is nice to curl up on the couch with a warm, beautiful, pregnant woman (who you are married to), with a good book and a cozy, gas powered fire, and glowing ceramic logs. Ahh... the good things in life.