Well, the groundhog says...

we're going to have a early spring.  I'm crossing fingers and toes that he's right, and planning on groundhog stew if he's wrong.  We had almost 3 feet of snow in January, and I'm just plain sick of it.  I'm also tired of, everytime someone on Facebook complains about the snow/ice/cold, someone else jumps in and scolds them for complaining, because "You live in New England!  That's what winters are like here!  If you don't like it, move!"  DUH.  I know New England winters are like this.  It doesn't mean I have to like it.  My family is here.  Steve's job is here.  My friends are here.  So we're not moving.  But I reserve the right to complain about the weather as much as I want.  So there!  Pbbbthhh!