You’ve got to be kidding me! Six more weeks of winter? I can’t take this cold weather one more day, so the countdown has begun. I’ll be darned if I’m going to let that old groundhog tell me when spring or summer is going to arrive.

This is what causes me to pause and look in my front room, where my nasty old treadmill is calling me. With spring around the corner – regardless of what that silly little varmint said or, better yet, didn’t say – I need to start getting ready for the dreaded bathing…