But It’s Groundhog Day…?

So I’m sitting here working on a story (which is due in by midnight) and I hear this hollow, distant boom from outside. Weird. Sounds like a fireworks type rocket going off, but there’s only one, so I figure it must be a car backfiring or something. About ten minutes later there’s another one. Then a few minutes after that, another one.

Then a few minutes ago it sounded like Fourth of July outside and I’m all o_O because it’s NOT Fourth of July. :/ I go call downstairs to Jim, “Did Groundhog Day become a fireworks holiday when I wasn’t listening?” Because this is seriously weird, like, Twilight Zone type weird.

Jim calls back, “It’s the Superbowl. Seattle probably won.”


Can you tell I’m not any kind of a football fan? I vaguely remember hearing that Seattle was playing, but giving no damns, I let it slip out of my head. I guess the city fathers care more than I do, if they spent the money on a fireworks show. [wry smile]

I suppose my city winning the Superbowl is somewhat more likely than my city deciding to set off fireworks for Groundhog Day.

Yay Seattle?

Angie, going back to writing

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Angela Benedetti lives in Seattle with her husband and a few thousand books. She loves romance for the happy endings, for the affirmation that everyone who's willing to fight for love deserves to get it and be happy with someone. She's best known for her Sentinel series of novels, the most recent of which is Captive Magic.

2 thoughts on “But It’s Groundhog Day…?”

  1. *laugh*

    I actually do watch NFL games, but the Super Bowl was so terrible I honestly came away wishing I’d spent the time writing instead! (It was a very lopsided final score.)

  2. Right, I heard the score was incredibly lopsided. [nod] I guess that’s not terribly exciting to watch? Although I guess there might be a watching-a-trainwreck sort of fascination to it. [ponder]


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