The Groundhog's Fault

I blame this late snow on the Groundhog. Up until he came from his hole to check out his shadow, we've had a pretty mild winter. Some of our temperature has even been in the 60's and low 70's. Nothing freezing and no ice on the road. We would occasionally have a chill in the air--cold enough for a great sweater and scarf combo, but nothing that would warrant turning up the heat and having to defrost the car.
Now, however, a few weeks after Mr Groundhog has seen his shadow and predicted six more weeks of winter, we have our first real snow. The stuff is all over the outside--about three inches worth. Luckily, the weatherman had warned us and the salt trucks have been out all week. Still however, I was told that only one lane on the highway (the West Virginia roads) was really clear.
I don't know what I'm going to do exactly on this stay-inside and keep your feet warm day. I've memorized some pharmacology. I talked to a friend on the phone for an hour, maybe two. I read some gastro and also some psychiatry. I'm just waiting for "Grey's Anatomy" to come on. I'll skip "Desperate Housewives" since it makes no sense to me at all. It was like that show that everyone loved in the 90's--the anorexic lawyer who shared only one bathroom with all her co-workers. Everyone kept telling me to watch that show, that I would love it. I didn't get it at all. I didn't like hearing her thoughts outloud or watching the bizzare stories play themselves out. I also didn't get the fact that they had a piano player who sang songs for them.
I can't even blog clearly cause I'm pissed at the Groundhog.