I just have to ask this question to my self out loud...Why in the world does it have to be record breaking highs (103,105 & 107 degrees three days in a row) during the week we chose to move? The ironic part is that we were able to move in since the 15th of July, but no I decided to wait until the 31st to move. And the other funny, but not so funny thing is...summer in Portland is normally in the 80's and 90's so no one has air conditioning. I am not sure why I feel punished for having to pack, pregnant and hot during the hottest week we have ever had in the history of this city.
I can only be thankful, I don't have to really lift anything and go up and down the stairs a million times...although I cannot say the same for Ben. Thanks muscle man, I truly love you!
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