Picture this: you stayed up a little too late drinking wine and binge-watching Season 2 of Orange is the New Black.  No worries.  You can sleep in!  You're a groundhog!  You don't have anything to do in the morn... oh no... tomorrow is Groundhog Day.  "I'm going to hate all the things," you mumble, while shaking your head.

I'm pretty sure that's what happened to Jimmy the Groundhog in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin.  He's not even sure how he got saddled with this responsibility in the first place!  I mean, he never went to school for meteorology, and he has no family history of psychic ability (other than his aunt who is convinced Cousin Gary is trying to communicate with her through her oatmeal), so why does all this PRESSURE fall on Jimmy's tiny shoulders? (Presuming groundhogs have shoulders.)

I'm pretty sure Jimmy the Groundhog is going to have to get his resume together after this VERY unprofessional public display:

 

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