sleepover

It is 109 degrees in the rainy city, if that can be believed. I would hardly believe it myself, were my house not approaching 94 degrees inside, according to my thermostat. The new ceiling fans can't cut heat this thick. So, we escaped to the cool, air conditioned interior of my friend B's Tigard home (thank goodness for friends wiser than we are -- we could have installed AC when we sprung for central heat but the extra $3K killed the deal). B's kids were thrilled to get a few minutes of face time with the X-man and we adults enjoyed the chance to hang out and suck a few beers like old times (pre-baby times, that is). And the AC wasn't half bad either.
(Judging by this photo, I can't say X enjoyed playing with the big kids as much as they enjoyed playing with him).