Well, they're saying that March came in like a lamb
and it's going to go out like a lamb.
In my opinion, March sat around like a constipated toad on a stump.
It was miserable.
It was moody.
Maybe that was me.
Another unhealthy dose of the usual doom and gloom.
Today is Flat Stanley's last day here.
He has to hop on the mail truck so he can be back to school by Monday.
He got a little on the wild side today and joined in on the duck rodeo.
Never trust a duck with horns.
Then things quieted down a little when he decided to read
Beautiful Butterflies by Sue Whiting and Stuart Martin
Very pretty book with glittery butterflies.
Time to go.
Come back again sometime.