I had actual goosebumps

So as many of you are well aware Portland is in the middle of her summer. Hot days and warm nights. Houses with no AC. UGH.

Now I am a creature who loves to be warm. If you have ever been to my house you will notice all the blankets I have laying around. I love to wrap up and snuggle in. It makes me very very sad not to be able to use blankets. This is why I love fall and winter so much, I get to use blankets galore. I love the weight of blankets, I love the fact there are so many different kinds, and I love the fact I feel like a little kid again when I am all wrapped up.

That being said. I hate, loathe, despise, being hot. I can you hear you scratching your heads. Didn't I just write a whole paragraph on blankets. Why yes I did. But the key word difference here...I like being WARM...not hot. If the temperature breaks 75ish I am no longer a happy camper. I get grumpy...partly because I start to smell...or at least feel like I do. But the main reason I hate being hot....you can only take off so many clothes and there is still potential that you will still be hot. How is that even remotely fun? It's not. It is torture.

Now like most homes in the Portland area my apartment does not have AC. Not having AC when it is in the 90s makes Kaitlin very very unhappy and slightly lethargic. Okay...no slightly about it, a bump on a log has more get up and go then I do in the summer time. I get no relief because my car doesn't have AC either...yup it is my own personal hell.

So the other night I was playing wow with Brian (insert snort of laughter here) and I was complaining to him about the fact it was hotter than the door hinges of hell and that I was unhappy...he commiserated with me...he too hates hot weather. After helping me get my mage up to level ten (insert stomach grabbing hoots and howls here) we set up our hang out time and I logged off. (Okay really? Do you have to roll on the floor? Bit much don't you think?) Well I forgot to ask him a question and I texted him. In the course of our conversation he tells me has a surprise for me.

Now I hate surprises. I really do. I know some people say they hate them and they really don't. I do. Do I like getting presents...sure. Love them. But I HATE when people say they have a surprise for me and then don't tell me. If you aren't going to share or give it to me right then...DON'T TELL ME. Just bugs me.

Anyway, I ask him what it is and of course he doesn't tell me. Dumb boy. But he shows up at my house with his AC that he is not using. Huh. *Shrugs shoulders* I guess that kind of surprise is a good one. And seeings how I like jumped him when I saw it....I think he got the message how excited I was.

After much head scratching and googling installation instructions we got it in to my dining room window. Now I don't have a big apartment and that little machine is hecka powerful....half way through making dinner I look down at my arms...I HAD ACTUAL GOOSEBUMPS! In the middle of July. When it is hot enough that even Satan has taken a vacation. It was the most amazing thing ever. He is pretty much the best guy....EVER.

The best part....I got to use a blanket.