Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow, forecasting what I already knew -- six more weeks of winter. Whoever decides that February is prime planting season -- with or without the help of a big, crop-hungry rodent -- needs to get smacked, anyway. Although I suppose the Earth would do all the bitchslapping, by killing the seeds and seedlings.
Yeah, um. Guess I can look forward to six more weeks of the Northeastern US being a sheet of freakin' ice.