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,
Pam
If Punxsutawney Phil played football