Friday, February 4, 2011

Gloria, a Groundhog, and a Sea Turtle

“This sure has been an exciting week!”

“It has?” Gloria replied. “I must not have gotten the memo.”

“You can’t possibly have missed all the excitement on Wednesday when Punxsutawney Phil predicted that we’re going to have an early spring. Don’t you want spring to come early this year? Aren’t you tired of Febru-ugly already?”

“You know I dream about lying on the beach in Hawaii every night. I’m just not into the whole rodent-predicting-the-weather scene.”

“You’re kidding, right?”


“Well, I guess I’ll have to make excuses for you since you didn’t grow up in Pennsylvania. Alex didn’t get it either.” I have found that many southerners lack the appreciation-for-the-groundhog gene.

“Smart boy” is what I think she muttered under her breath. I ignored it.

“And on top of the groundhog excitement, the Super Bowl is on Sunday!”

“Oh, yeah. That’s a sporting event, right?”

“Now I know you’re just yanking my chain. The Super Bowl is not just A sporting event, it’s THE sporting event. This year the Green Bay Packers and the Pittsburgh Steelers are playing.”

“Uh huh,” Gloria grunted, unimpressed.

“I would like to see the Green Bay Packers win, but I doubt they will.”

Gloria sighed and accepted that I wasn’t going to leave the topic until I was good and ready. “Because they don’t play as well?”

“No, I think they have a stronger defense than the Steelers, actually. It’s just that a sea turtle in Myrtle Beach, SC – her name is Gabby, isn’t that cute? – predicted that the Steelers are going to win. You have to see this!”

            “Cute turtle,” Gloria commented, choosing to ignore the whole predicting-the-Super Bowl-winner part of the footage.

“Look at this again.” I backed up the video to the part where Gabby grabbed the Steelers’ helmet picture with her sharp beak. “Do you think she’s predicting that the Steelers are going to get ripped apart by the Packers? She’s really taking a bite out of that helmet.”

“That’s probably it,” Gloria agreed facetiously.

“Whew,” I answered. “I was worried there for a minute. You know, animal predictions are right a lot!”

“Of course. Statistically, the probability of an animal being right when choosing between two things is 50%. You could flip a coin and it would be just as accurate.”

Don’t you hate it when your friends use logic – and mathematics – against you?

I laughed. “I know. It’s kind of fun, though, don’t you think?”

“If you say so, girl. Do you want to see a picture of my new cat?”

“Oh, he’s adorable, Gloria. He’s so small! I love his tiny white paws.”

“Thanks. He’s a sweetie.”

 “So what does he predict?”


  1. and.....what about those fuzzy caterpillars?

  2. He predicted years of love and laughs - wait!!! That's our friendship!!

    Love, Gloria

  3. That's one smart cat, Gloria. Love you!