Marching On

I'm no meteorologist, but you probably aren't either, so I'll just continue. With gentle breezes, sunshine, and a high temp of fifty, I have to say that March arrived in lamb's clothing on Colorado's Front Range today. And I most definitely shouldn't have purchased the package of thin Golden Oreos this afternoon. In a complete opposite effect to their name, they are not associated with being thin if you consume them irresponsibly. Which I did. I got carried away with the sunshine.