1. I am writing this at my sister’s house, but I am not posting it here because it is situated in the Bermuda Triangle of Indiana.  Have you ever been to Indiana?  Have you?  Because saying Bermuda Triangle of Indiana should say something to you.  I’m surprised they even get electricity out here.  They don’t get cable or the internet.

2. No, really.  We were driving out to her house, and at one point Sarah said, “Our house is the second on the right.”  She said this as we were passing the first house.  I couldn’t even see a second house.

3. Sarah said she hadn’t yet met any of her neighbors.  I do not find this surprising.  If I had to get in my car and drive fifty miles to meet my neighbor, I’d stay home, too.

4. There is a dead deer carcass hanging in their barn.  If it weren’t for the legs, you wouldn’t even be able to tell it’s a deer.  It looks like leather-bound ribs.  Except decayed.  I asked my brother-in-law what he plans to do with it, because it looks like it’s getting moldy.  He said that’s how some people in Europe eat deer, by letting it sit out awhile and then eating it.  I’m pretty sure that doing that can actually cause psychotic breaks if you eat excessive amounts (same with cannibalism), so I’m assuming he was joking.  I hope.  I’m not going to be the one to Google that and see what comes up.

5. This house is built for a midget.  The door to the basement comes up to my collar bone, and the ceiling of the stairway to the second floor is pretty low, too.  I hit my head twice coming down the stairs.  I don’t know how my 6’3.5″ brother-in-law stands it (ha, punny).  It’s perfect for my 5’3″ sister, though.

I whacked my head on the corner of a cabinet in the kitchen.  It gave me a small bump on my head which is still tender.  Injury quota for the week duly fulfilled.

6. There are approximately seven rifles in this house, which leads me to believe my brother-in-law shares my concern about neanderthals in the fields waiting to eat us.  Some might say it’s because he likes to hunt, but I say he’s just prepared.  I mean, you don’t need all those rifles for hunting.  There’s even one by the coffee pot in the kitchen.  It seems to say, “Hands off my coffee.”  Subtle.  Then again, a note would so just as well.

7. They have chickens.  And rabbits.  And a barn.  I make fun of it, but I find it all very charming.  My sister apologized repeatedly about the mess in her house, but judging by how happy my niece is (seriously–she’s a happy baby), I think she’s got her priorities straight.  She sees a messy pigsty; I see a home that’s lived in and loved in.

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