Yesterday we officially celebrated Foodie’s birthday with a cookout. And apparently I forgot I lived in friggin’ Michigan because that was like the worst party idea ever. In non-arctic climates, May is a beautiful month for a cookout. In Michigan, it’s a way to kill off your loved ones with hypothermia. It was 35* and drizzling. Super awesome.
This picture was taken before the Party of Icy Death. When I took this picture I thought Foodie was thinking, “Back off. I am eating chocolate-cheesecake frosting for breakfast. Don’t be a hater.” But, I realize now she was probably thinking, “Are you insane, woman? You’re taking me to an OUTDOORS birthday party? Did you forget you live in Michigan again?!”