Punxsatawney Till

Hullo, all. Tilly here.


Um. So. Here's the thing:  I wear a lot of hats in Halfglassistan. 


If My Half-Glassed Life were a sitcom, and if this were a very special hour-long episode, right about now would be when the grainy clip montage would run.


But it's not. And we don't have that kind of budget.


So you'll just have hover and click on these highlighted words to check all my mad skills out for yourself:

• See how I am a licensed home healthcare worker here, here and here. 
• Read press releases and snippets from news conferences that reference my status as an internationally known network news CEO here and here.
• Be inspired by my turn as a motivational guru here.
• Delight yourself with my wit as a guest blogger here and here — and, well, right here.

You see? I pull my weight (all 17 pounds of it) around here. Happily. Very happily.


So today, when HRH Princess Snarkerella asked me crawl out my warm toasty bed to see how many more weeks of winter there might be, I was somewhat confused. 


First, that guy in Pennsylvania already has that gig. Second, South Carolina likely only has days of winter left. And third — well, I don't know that I have a well-thought-out third reason.


So. Well. No. Just no.

I suggest you call that fellow in PA. Tilly out.