According to Wikipedia and the Groundhog Day page, it’s nine to five (as of noon-thirty) for an early spring. Unfortunately, the most famous is one of the dissenters.
For whatever reason (I think because he hates me or thinks he’s funny), Punxsutawney Phil decided he’d like another month and a half of winter. If it weren’t for my good, adorable, kind nature, I’d shoot that jerk in the face.
Okay… some of you may point out the logistics aren’t exactly right. I agree I’m not (nor ever want to be) in Punxsutawney. I don’t have (nor ever want to have) a gun. Nor do I have a car to bring that gun to Punxsutawney. (Not to mention my not really caring either way…)
Still, Double P is lucky the majority of his compatriots have sided with a shortened winter. Had they not, I’d be sending children-tears vibes his way. If there’s any truth to negative energy or thoughts becoming things, his head would explode.
And he would deserve it. That prick.