The Rest of the Story
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.
