I'm one of those people that is generally always cold. I'm usually the one in a hoodie running my errands on a 70 degree day. Anything below 80 degrees is "chilly" to me. Needless to say, living in the Midwest, I always spend my winters bundled up like the Nanook of the North.
This weekend, it was one of the first days of early spring in which the temperature got above 50 degrees. Guess who was running her errands around town and went for a long walk with the boyfriend in a t-shirt and just a light fleece? It felt like summer. Fan-freakin-tastic.
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