Disclaimer: I don't own anybody
Drakken sits bouncing up and down on the couch next to me. I don't see the point of his excitement. This has to be the lamest holiday since Arbor Day or Bosses' Day or whatever.
"Then when he peeks out, if he sees his shadow we have six more weeks of winter!" he continues to rant.
I roll my eyes. Earth to Drakken, we live in Texas, what's it matter? This is a lame-o holiday. I don't get off. I don't get recognition. I don't even care.
My boss begins to count down.
"17, 16, 15,..." Why doesn't he start at 10 like the rest of the world?
"13, 12, 11..." Why is he so physced? It's nothing important.
"9, 8,7..." Great. The single digits. Yah-hoo.
"6, 5, 4..." Oh I'm quivering with excitement... Not!
"2,1,0!" he screams 'zero' so loud I jump.
"I knew you were enthusiastic, Shego!" Drakken says happily. I roll my eyes.
The man on TV pulls out a brown fuzzy thing. A small shadow appears.
"Puxatawney Phil saw his shadow!" the man announces.
No he didn't. The stupid groundhog didn't even look.
"We have six more weeks of winter!" the man continues.
Great. Drakken'll believe anything. He won't let me leave the lair with out a coat now, it's like 80 degrees outside. Great.