While the rest of the country was (is) dealing with white tundra that is winter in February, the weather in Austin turned from perfect and sunny to non-so-perfect and a little bit rainy. *sad trombone*
Rain in Texas? It’s because I’m wearing my moccasins e’rday, obviously.
Because of the rain, I fell into my rainy-day habits that are everything that is unreasonable and first-world of exploring Dillards. A girl just needs something new to wear to a work event, am I right?
While perusing the Vince Camuto dresses, my grandma called to inform me had stumbled upon my Instagram and did I want to know the rest of the story?
Of course, Paul Harvey. Lay it on me.
While loving everything that is Johnson County, Indiana, before AgChat's National Collegiate Conference, I drove past this big, red Dodge taking residence in an iconic rural barn. To be honest, to me it was nothing more than a 'grammable moment a few football fields away from my mother's childhood home.
To my grandma, it was more.
This Dodge was one of a pair she drove during harvest near the time my family purchased a grain elevator on the south side of the county.
Oh, hey family heritage.
Also, my grandma has Instagram? No way.
