Presents were wrapped, clothes were almost all packed and it was 2:30 in the morning. Indiana, here we come.
Time does not matter. Eyebrows matter.
For a 3 day trip. I just packed everything.
The closet was pretty empty by the time I was done.
5 cups of tea later.
Late nights require brain juice.
Around 2:45am, I remembered that I had no jeans clean. So I did the mature thing and washed some laundry.
My life's savings... about to be spent on one last cup of Starbucks and a case of Diet Coke to take on the road.
This is me sleeping.
Finally. Probably about 3:30.
3:45. The night is young. And 7:30 is coming soon. And, with 7:30 comes Indiana.
Packed snugly into the backseat.
This might be helpful down the road.
It's Sponge Bob in a grass skirt made out of Christmas packaging materials. And that is my cousin.
It was a big TV.
We watched Football on it for most of the time.
Cousin! We got her that necklace.
Aunts.
This is how bored I was.
We often eat holiday meals on TV trays.
Pepsi is so Indiana.
"Emily why are you taking pictures of the snow guys?"
I need a manicure. Unfortunately, I was in Indiana.
The... decor. In Indiana.
The cousin just wanted to serenade us. The aunt just wanted to shoot us.
We're cousins. Can you tell?
Witts have pretty distinct genes.
The moon in Indiana is shiny. Hence, it is the moonshine capital of the world.
Wrapping paper and Christmas lights.
An Indiana town.
Indiana at night is much prettier than Indiana during the day. Add some tunes, and I almost thought it was nifty.
Another Indiana town.
When the Car met the Fruit Stand.
Dad makes his famous noodles.
My grandmother stores food in the freezer in yogurt cups, coolwhip containers and those margarine tub things. This particular ice cube is her famous spaghetti sauce
He came back to work on his noodles.
These four mugs have lasted my grandparents a scarily long time.
My grandmother's fridge is covered in bad pictures of me.
John Deere and proud of it.
Too many kids in the kitchen.
"This should tide us over till dinner" - Grandma
This is my favorite food in the whole world. For those who are concerned, she did come back and add more sauce.
The 150 acreage.
The back porch. The home of old chairs, dirty laundry, expired newspapers, diet rite and the bottomless freezer.
Texas instruments rules as king in Indiana.
Indoor plumbing.
It is forbidden to take a shower at grandma's house without this little heater running. She will literally come in and plug it in while you are in the shower. It's easier to just turn it on before you get in.
This shower head is as old as dirt. But it works shockingly well.
I'm not kidding. THe same stuff has been in there since I was 4.
If you leave this faucet running for longer than a minute the entire hallway will flood.
This towel has been "mine" since forever.
Grandma's beautifying stuff.
Ironing, hair and cosmetics all happen in the same place.
Pap does a great job with the ham.
It was yummy.
Dad tends to his noodles.
The customized screen door. It slams perfectly.
This is the brag board. Showcased: Me, my cousin, a random chimp, a cheap ribbon cross and the fact that my grandmother is over 75.
Homemade clock, John Deere quilt, outdoor table, fancy dining chairs and those glass bricks with lights in them.
The farm truck.
The farm garage.
As my grandma calls it "the family tree"
In one picture: real estate, a stop sign, a methodist advertisement and a trailer.
"I rush to get ready in such a hurry so we can be on time and then he drives like such a slow old man! It makes me so mad!" - Grandma
One of the nicer pieces of real estate in Crawford County.
A grandma and a flag.
My cousin.
Newly weds.
My grandparents are cute. They held hands during present time.
More newly weds.
Yes, I know we look alike.
The perfect Christmas tree.
Goodbye. And then I burned them.
