It's February 1st. Tomorrow is Groundhog's Day when we're suppose to find out if it's going to be winter 6 more weeks or not. The Farmer's Almanac says not and today I'm going to believe a farmer over a fat rodent that's been sleeping for several months and doesn't want to get up anyway just for the mayor of Punxsutawny, PA.
I used to know somebody that lived in Punxsutawny but I don't know where she lives now. Her name is Connie and we went to grade school together. When I first went to that school somebody said, "You and Connie will be good friends" and we were, till we graduated from 8th grade and her family moved to Punsxutawny. We collected Trixie Belden books and made paper doll furniture and learned the twist from our 3rd grade teacher and were co-valedictorians at graduation. But I don't know where she is now.
Tomorrow is also Jinian's 20th birthday. I can't figure out how she got to be that old. I'm sure her grandmother is only 29.
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