Two weeks ago Monday was a party at a cousin's house, an all-out, catered, band-playing celebration for a son who just got his PHD in one of the nuclear sciences (and that is as close as I can get to it)--it was an outdoor party, replete with a food tent, the band, local caterers, the honored son, 100 or so of their closest friends and relatives, and rain.
No one seemed to mind. The six grandkids, all under the age of 5, had a wonderful time running and running and running...the band, all over the age of 60, had a wonderful time playing and playing and playing for well over 6 hours straight...
Before we left home I debated if maybe a heavy sweater might be too much, and brought along a felt jacket too, just in case it got chilly. lol. I don't think it got much above 40 all day. We all huddled in the tent with the heater until the band cranked up and then we all huddled a bit further away.
By six o'clock I had consumed three cheeseburgers, at least six bakery cupcakes (the kind with the GOOD icing), and little else. I could no longer feel my fingers, and my husband, mr. "I love the cold weather" finally admitted he was actually cold too. It rained harder. But it was fun, and I'd not have missed it for the world. =)