I just got back to Portland after spending a few days in Minnesota on my family's dairy farm. I have all sorts of stories for you, but there's one problem. It's 106 degrees. In the Pacific Northwest. Which translates to 170 degrees in what would be reality-based temperature land. This means that it's at least 95 degrees in my apartment with the gigantic but un-openable windows, so I've been hopping from one air-conditioned space to the next. Please enjoy this video of some of my favorite gals back home, and I'll see you again once this meteorological absurdity passes, which I'll determine when I can sit on my couch without my legs becoming fused to it.
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Haha! Cows.
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