I know it’s ridiculous to put any faith in the weather predictions of a rodent of unusual size, and I don’t. Not really. But it is hilarious to me just how WRONG Phil has gotten it the last two years. Last year he predicted that we would have an early spring.
This year, he predicted that we would have 6 more weeks of winter. Wrong again, Bozo!
You guys, the weather this week has been AMAZING. Sunny, perfect temperatures, no humidity. The kind of weather in which you throw open all the windows of the house and let in delicious smelling air. In fact, the whole winter has been exceedingly mild. We’ve had two major snowstorms that I can think of and Jamie got to play outside in the snow exactly once. We had some cold days but we seemed to avoid that bitterly cold section of time in February that always makes me want to stab things.
So here it is, the middle of March, and we have weather that wouldn’t be out of place in May. Tomorrow’s high? 77 degrees. Sunny. Perfect.
July and August are going to be BRUTAL.