Fractured Cliché: Party ‘till the hogs come home

Correct Cliché: Party ‘till the cows come home

Yesterday was Groundhog Day – when a magically imbued rodent predicts the weather. Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, foretelling six more weeks of winter. If he hadn’t, it would have meant an early spring.

When I was growing up in northern North Dakota, we didn’t care whether or not Phil saw his shadow because either prediction was good news. An early spring or 6 more weeks of winter? Both meant our winter would be cut short.

In some circles, the mood was a little sad yesterday. With all eyes focused on Punxsutawney Phil, a lot of the country had forgotten about a little game called football. For the first time ever, the Super Bowl, the coup de grâce of the season, was trumped by Groundhog Day.

Whatever your focus, I hope you found a reason to celebrate – for shadows, sports, commercials, drinks or food. Hope you partied till the pigskin came home.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,


If Punxsutawney Phil played football

If Punxsutawney Phil played football

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