So that little furry Phil (who actually didn't look very little) called for more winter, and the temps promptly dropped. I'm not saying it's his fault, but if he and I ever meet there are going to be words.
Of course, historically Phil is only right a little over a their of the time. And this up coming weekend is supposed to be very mice (I work, of course). So perhaps I shouldn't be so though on the guy. Or at least consider him more like a celeb than a weatherman. I mean, it's not like he really gets to look for his shadow and return to his little hut. Some guys in formal wear just hold him, and pretend to listen to what he says.
So really I should blame the guys in formal wear.
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